(Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Westside nigga, aye
Uh uh woah)
New amsterdam in the cup
3 half n grams in the blunt
You know we having some fun
Hit the sprizzy with the drop for a light thrill
This a light chill
Made everything around me feel like Mike Will
All these checks on my body like I got a Nike deal
Don't let the singing get you fused all my niggas might steal
Might hit you with the steal
Might still catch a body
It's crazy I be walking to the hills from the lobby
We got it poppin did it on our own
Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold
But I'm tryna get that bitch frozen
Talking on me still don't know shit
Every milli imma crack a pint
I'm a crack a baddy every night cause I want to
Off the X, off the lean, off the drank
I just hit the bong nigga I can't even think
I just bought a maro nigga I just bought some range
It ain't even NBA but I make this shit ring
We gone play
(We, We, We got it poppin
We, We, We got it poppin)
We got it what?
What? What? We got it
We got it what?
We got it what?
That nigga trippin I put molly in my cup
We moving different I got models in the cut
In the cut, yea
Like a knife, uh
Nigga ain't even 21
How many hoes I hit this week 21
How many lines in this bitch like 21
Wang got plenty funds
I got plenty sons
Stick got kickback
Dick she grip that
Blowing down the whole pack
Can't lack no
Wallet filled with pesos
Lil nigga I can't fold
I treat this shit like it's a game of poker
Bad lil bitch off Facebook she askin me to come poke her
Do the dash 12 can't stop me no
Roll me a wood Issa facer
She wanna come gimme face uh huh
Keeping a stick at the waist uh huh
Keep niggas in line like braces
Hoppin out a benzo
Wallet fat it can't fold
When u get some money niggas switch up like Nintendo
Took her to the bedroom
Got me in the swimming pool
Pills in the drank
Finna put me on pluto
We got it poppin did it on our own
Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold
We got it poppin did it on our own
Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
And the wrist on platinum, gold
Nigga fuck you I don't dance
All this wock keep fucking up the plans
In store I be fucking up my bands
Online be fucking my Ams
Spent 300 holding up my pants
If you ask me what I'm holding ain't no hands
And she gone do it with no hands
She ain't a stripper she slow dance
Wrist on platinum
Wrist on dancing
Wrist on platinum
We keep dancing