text: Y3
  Yeah, Im, Im
  Im just gon kick some player
  Poppin like player shit Im on
  Yeah, uh
  Ayy C4, ayy, ayy, bro
  Oh
  4Bombs, baby
  I peeped you, you petty, bitch 
  I sized your measurements 
  Uh, politic
  Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits 
  Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks 
  I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents 
  Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip 
  My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith 
  Im doin my boss, I got hella bars 
  My jacket not Zara, I beg they pardon 
  If she one of my broads, she up to par 
  Let you play with this stick like you drive a car 
  I got Locs on the net and them boulevard 
  Gunna pullin these hoes like Pull-A-Part 
  I want suicide doors, Im goin hard 
  Used to get that shit sewed Crip Park 
  Im reachin my goal, lets celebrate 
  Im doin these shows, Im gettin in shape 
  Head to these racks on the interstate 
  We pickin these backends up every state 
  Niggas still hatin, they cant relate 
  We hungry, we eatin up every plate 
  Benihana, I want shrimp and steak 
  Dont cut my lawn, I love the snakes 
  Uh, my ice on my wrist, yeah, its ice on my fist
  I got ice, got ices all over me 
  Look, I signed a deal with no degree 
  Im a dog, Im eatin that Pedigree 
  Lollipop, baby, come suck on me 
  Top me off, say that she love the D 
  Its a small circle, we never deep 
  I love that syrup, need the recipe
  I peeped you, you petty, bitch
  I sized your measurements
  Uh, politic
  Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
  Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks
  I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents
  Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip
  My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith
  Countin these racks got me celibate 
  All of my niggas got felonies 
  They quick to aim at your melon 
  These niggas and bitches be jealous 
  I pull up, Im proper with etiquette 
  How can I stop? I cant ever sleep 
  My partner pull up, Im not scalin it 
  That Draco gon sing like a melody 
  Rich nigga, check out the schedule 
  We on a whole nother level 
  I want that bread like a deli 
  All of these bitches be petty 
  I put three grams in my blunt 
  Yves Saint Laurent and I dont gotta front 
  I get them racks every month
  Screamin out, Fuck Donald Trump 
  Hop in the foreign, Im doin the dash 
  Pretty red bitch with a whole lot of ass 
  Niggas be hatin, I cant show the stats 
  Gunna, he with me forever 
  Know we be fly like a feather 
  Fifteen passenger big jet, this is not a propeller 
  My old bitch got her groove back, I call her Stella 
  She got a whole lot of money 
  Bitch do whatever I tell her 
  Bitches be blowin up my cellular 
  I used to wrap the package up in Maryland 
  Duke the Blue Devil 
  These bitches be diggin this shit like a shovel
  I peeped you, you petty, bitch
  I sized your measurements
  Uh, politic
  Im geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits
  Aint steppin in no more Giuseppe kicks
  I aint splurgin, Im stackin these presidents
  Think Im poppin, Im coppin the latest drip
  My lil bitch rock the show, hair like Jaden Smith