text: Run that back, Turbo
  Yeah
  I kill em dead, not feeling no sorrow 
  Choppers and Glocks, they fill em with hollows 
  I woke up high from smoking gelato 
  Breaking up pounds with Baby and Pablo 
  He in the skies, my plug named Ricardo 
  European rides, the start is a auto 
  Crawling inside a nineteen gelato 
  Im thinking twice, but prayin for tomorrow
  I cut my ties from serving these tacos 
  Call up the line, got perkies and narcos 
  Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo 
  Show they respect, they killing you pronto
  Louis V bag, its filled up with hunchos
  Got the front end, Im goin to Toronto 
  I went to court and I plead 
  Fuck what you thought, this money the motto
  I know you heard the loud in the 
  She want Chanel, had lil JC Penny
  I doing well, my best friend in Bentleys
  Hundred round drum when we pullin these semis
  Love using her lips, you know she gon lick
  Got vibes in the VIP, yeah, we get it litty
  Im in throwin ones, her ass and titties
  Off with the top, the roof, I get it missin
  Hoe gettin cash, its not no penny-pinchin
  You spend what you send, its not long when we buy you
  This drip aint free, even though then we freestyling
  Smoke by the pound, we got packs of exotic
  Couple in her hair, spent bands on her body
  I am Lil Gotit, lil bitch, I be popping
  Pourin up John Wick, then they cannot stop me
  I get you wet, your buddy, just try me
  Run up a bag, then take that shit home
  Fan at my show, stuff the dick in her throat
  Twenty-twenty, just riding with slime 
  Hiding that fire, you know he a joke
  Wash the whole block with sticks and our soap
  Nothin like your basic, your bitty is broke
  Back of the May, no whip on lil horses
  Im fresh out of with blick in my coat
  I kill em dead, not feeling no sorrow 
  Choppers and Glocks, they fill em with hollows 
  I woke up high from smoking gelato 
  Breaking up pounds with Baby and Pablo 
  He in the skies, my plug named Ricardo 
  European rides, the start is a auto 
  Crawling inside a nineteen gelato 
  Im thinking twice, but prayin for tomorrow
  I cut my ties from serving these tacos 
  Call up the line, got perkies and narcos 
  Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo 
  Show they respect, they killing you pronto
  Louis V bag, its filled up with hunchos
  Got the front end, Im goin to Toronto 
  I went to court and I plead 
  Fuck what you thought, this money the motto
  Feed me Vlone, I got Vs on my collar 
  Fuck what you thought, Im still chasing these dollars 
  I keep medicine, Im so kin to the doctor 
  No evidence, cant keep me in a locker
  I drip like a leak in these double-stripe Pradas 
  Aint no secret, I got love for my patnas 
  She squirt on my dick, cant stop fucking this model 
  AP Rolex, the Patek, said no more Movados 
  These rappers slowed down and back selling yolo
  Back to the block and its fuck all the po-po 
   buy you a but we got it low-low 
  Cause my life Dior and my bitch still need coco 
  Young Wunna the wave, thats shots to the mojo 
  He tryna cuff his wife, I know she a hoe though 
  Bounce up and down on my stick like a pogo 
  Before I got rich, I stopped wearing that Polo
  Stop hitting me up, I dont fuck with you no more
  My closet like Lennox, I really get flyer 
  Im really getting it, get paid for a flyer
  I took four million, receiving these wires 
  Stay in her mouth like a kid pacifier 
  Niggas burnt out, dont be close to the fire 
  Gunna a lion, I strike like a tiger 
  Boss my whole bitch, now I keep a spare tire
  I kill em dead, not feeling no sorrow 
  Choppers and Glocks, they filled up with hollows 
  I woke up high from smoking gelato 
  Breaking up pounds with Baby and Pablo 
  He in the skies, my plug named Ricardo 
  European rides, the start is a auto 
  Crawling inside a nineteen gelato
  Im thinking twice, but prayin for tomorrow
  I cut my ties from serving these tacos 
  Call up the line, got perkies and narcos 
  Bros on the side, they treat me like Cappo 
  Show they respect, they killing you pronto
  Louis V bag, its filled up with hunchos
  Got the front end, Im goin to Toronto 
  I went to court and I pled the 
  Fuck what you thought, this money the motto