text: Honorable C.N.O.T.E
  Leeky, Gunna , yeah 
  Ayy, ayy, got some racks in the bank 
  Smoke gas like a tank 
  Got a pint of some a drink 
  Lock on his head 
  Icy watch with the date 
  Yeah, Picasso, I paint 
  You niggas cannot relate 
  Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
  You niggas ridin our wave
  Ima just ride on her face
  Who let the beasts out the cage?
  Twenty chains on, Im a slave
  Outfit on me look like Bape
  I gotta drip to the grave
  Ayy, whoa, yeah, I put that bitch on a wave, yeah
  All of my niggas get paid, yeah
  All of these feel like a slave, yeah
  Whoa, yeah, I run this shit like a race, yeah
  Low-top Gucci with the snakes, yeah
  I put you boys on a wave, yeah
  Whoa, yeah, came a long way from the trenches
  Got some regrets, everyone knows and some sinnin
  All of these Hunnids cant fuck in my denim
  She wanna fuck, then lets get it, hey
  All on the sneakers, I call her Raf Simons
  Run up that check with no limit, hey
  You fall in love with these hoes, I get all kind of women
  Hit twice and forget em, hey
  My new crib came with a million
  She poured a fourth like Im sick
  Its thirty-five for a brick
  Watch how Im whippin my wrist
  I put some bread on your head
  Watch how that money dont stay
  Money gon pull out with me
  We move like Lilo and Stitch
  Im smokin gas out the zip
  I wanna fuck her and her friend
  Ayy, ayy, got some racks in the bank 
  Smoke gas like a tank 
  Got a pint of some a drink 
  Lock on his head 
  Icy watch with the date 
  Yeah, Picasso, I paint 
  You niggas cannot relate 
  Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
  You niggas ridin our wave
  Ima just ride on her face
  Who let the beasts out the cage?
  Twenty chains on, Im a slave
  Outfit on me look like Bape
  I gotta drip to the grave
  Wait, whoa, yeah, I take your bitch to the stars
  She aint know it was a Wraith
  Different colors out in space
  We takin trips out of state
  I aint artist, I paint
  Mr. Off-White with the Bape
  Fly you out if you a snake
  Change my outfits like the date
  I fuck her but she aint the same
  Forty-pointers in my chain
  All this water make it rain
  Bring the water fountain, bezel
  We the ones that is the wettest
  I cant lose, Im from the gutter
  Whatever they say, we dont trust em
  Lust on a bitch, I dont love em
  Runnin this shit like a runner
  Bitch, its Lil Leeky and Gunn
  Real bosses do what they want, and
  My hitta gon shoot if he wanna
  Ayy, ayy, got some racks in the bank 
  Smoke gas like a tank 
  Got a pint of some a drink 
  Lock on his head 
  Icy watch with the date 
  Yeah, Picasso, I paint 
  You niggas cannot relate 
  Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
  You niggas ridin our wave
  Ima just ride on her face
  Who let the beasts out the cage?
  Twenty chains on, Im a slave
  Outfit on me look like Bape
  I gotta drip to the grave