text: Nigga fly like a pelican
  Chase that paper like a marathon
  I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
  Make it rain, we got hella ones
  Custom carats, its a one of one
  I might wear this only once a month
  Bossy bitch and dont you ever touch
  Wont holler smoke like I was gettin high
  Doin bout two hunnid, tryna get by
  Middle finger up for what they did, I
  All this money on me got me so fly
  Know Im on the same shit
  Still a asshole bitch, I rep the same clique
  Ever speaking on the Goat, thats where my name fit
  Rule one, I never hit em with the same stick
  Gang-gang shit, if you aint one of us
  And if its drama time, Ima be the one to bust
  Same week, your baby mama be the one to lust
  Its gon be murder-murder if you ever fuck with us
  You ever fuck with us
  Nigga fly like a pelican
  Chase that paper like a marathon
  I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
  Make it rain, we got hella ones
  Custom carats, its a one of one
  I might wear this only once a month
  Bossy bitch and dont you ever touch
  You a slime, that mean you one of us
  Wont say a thing cause you ride silent 
  Aint showing you nothin, Im gon keep it tucked
  Aint got no conscience, dont know who to trust
  Its the same coupe for life, its like we stuck
  These checks like Nike, got me pipin up
  Its déjà vu, I see all type of stuff
  It must be Troop, I waste another cup
  Play with my family, I go ludicrous
  I been gettin money, I aint new to this
  He sayin all cap, I swear I do this shit
  All day, all night, young Gunna makin hits
  Yeah
  Nigga fly like a pelican
  Chase that paper like a marathon
  I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
  Make it rain, we got hella ones
  Custom carats, its a one of one
  I might wear this only once a month
  Bossy bitch and dont you ever touch
  If you a slime, that mean you one of us, one of us
  I tie my ties with everyone of em, one of em
  Believe in Slime, yeah in SLIME we trust
  Yeah, all of my homies and my kids up
  Yeah, we keep the sticks, they tryna kill us
  We got sticks and some grenades from the pilgrims
  I been lovey-dovey with this drink and pill, yeah
  I got crickets on my seats because they green, yeah
  I put cum on her face and on her spleen, yeah
  Yeah, we shoot em down, we with the rara
  Yeah, I call the dogs out and they shottas
  Rasta, Jamaican, they shoot at cop cars
  Children and grandmas the block up
  Yeah
  Nigga fly like a pelican
  Chase that paper like a marathon
  I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
  Make it rain, we got hella ones
  Custom carats, its a one of one
  I might wear this only once a month
  Bossy bitch and dont you ever touch