Yeah
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, okay, you know
Wait, hold on, bro, who the fuck keep callin' my phone?
Hey, never mind, fuck this bitch
One, two, three, bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches, then we left, yeah, we dipped it (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this that like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, what?)
And my bros booted up off the gas (uh, where? Where?)
And she bad (ooh), shawty shakin' ass (where?)
In L.A. with Bia, he'll hit the dash (skrr, skrr)
I just called my clans, we can clash (baow)
I get hella Iit (yeah), I'm a frat, boy (yeah)
Frat boy (frat boy), feel like Batman, I'm a bat, boy (I'm a bat, boy)
Pull up with them sticks, we keep them bats, boy (frrah, frrah)
Niggas keep them tools, we never lack, boy (frrah, frrah)
And you said you bangin', that's an act, boy (act, boy)
'Cause when we shot your crew, you was track, boy (nyoom)
You had turned on your gang, ain't comin' back, boy (nah)
Smokin' big 'Woods, not no Black, boy (not no Black, boy)
One, two, three, bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah, we dipped it (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this that like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, ayy, ayy)
I'ma check these niggas like I work for Nike, they won't like me
Put your fist up, sticks down, come and fight me
This a Phantom, ho', I can't go broke
Bitch, I'm rich (can't go broke, bitch)
I'm a lick, I'm a walking brick, yeah, that be your bitch
On my dick, I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm rockin' shit
In a coupe, I can't even lose, I be with your boo (uh-uh)
Talkin' shit, end up on the news
I got plenty tools (where? Where? Where?)
I got jewels makin' money too, this the life I live
I can't choose, I got plenty moves, everything legit (yeah, ayy)
One, two, three, bad bitches sippin' Lipton (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Pulled up with your bitches then we left, yeah, we dipped it (yeah, ayy, yeah)
Niggas, they be cappin' on they chinny-chin, Crimson (yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this that like a GTA, she missioned (yeah, what?)
I'ma fuck this that, she a treesh, pourin' Wockhardt (ayy)
Pussy boy throwin' signs on Тwittеr, boy, but you're not hard
You could get your face fist-fucked, you play your cards right (fuck!)
I'm a Iil' kid, I like to eat Pop-Tarts