Uh
Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost, Ima get that mula 
Wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter 
I was in the Raq off flats, just watch the way that I boot up 
Glo-d up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh 
Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola 
Now Im gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like, Who ya? 
No, you aint really with the shits, I could just see right through ya 
No, no, you cant hang with the gang, Weenie Hut Junior 
Yes, Ima boss, Ima floss, sing to her, Vandross, I feel like Luther 
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss, I swear my gun is too tough 
I was just with your bitch, made her eat my two nuts, yeah 
All the opps mad cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh 
We don’t know them, uh
But best believe they knew us, uh
I was in the drop and Im off this cap, I had to pour up like two cups 
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and them niggas still can’t move us 
Let me hit him, bro, I dont care if he sue us 
Nah, you aint even gotta hit him bro, that’s the reason Im your shooter 
Nigga, I was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up 
Me and DooWop in LA and we made a duet on a cougar 
Now Im in the hills just poppin them pills so Im coolin like a cooler 
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler 
Your lil bitch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor 
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla 
But we dont chase hoes, all we chase is this damn mula 
Im still in the trap and my boys sell packs, thats the way that we still maneuver 
Clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler 
TEC-9, itll juke ya
Been had choppers, bitch, this aint new to us 
Not from Dubai but my chopper, Ill shoot it up 
We aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck 
You niggas bitches, you really aint shootin nothin
I fucked on this bitch and I wetted her coochie up 
You niggas diamonds aint doin no stupid stuff
Told that lil goofy, Just give all this goofy up
Hundred-round clips, they talkin no movie stunt 
Your life is too borin, that mean that your movie suck
We been gettin money, this shit aint new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut 
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers, they said you aint losing us
Put some little money on his head 
We do the shootin, aint no niggas shootin us 
I had to pour up some red 
Pass through the Raq and the bitches be choosin us 
Uh
Wop, Wop, Wop
Lil Uzi, yeah
Uh, 150, 150
150, 150, thats YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh
Thats 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh
Yeah