text: Ayy Ay yeah
  Enigma on the beat 
  Yeah yeah yeah
  Yeah ay
  Wooster made the sauce boy
  I pop a perc and Im gone 
  She put that shit in the song 
  Ay, Yeah
  I pop a perc and Im gone 
  Im gone
  Yeah, Ay. 
  I pop a perc and im gone
  She throw it back in the song
  Off the molly and the drank
  Pour it all in the cup
  If shes really tryna fuck me
  Then you know whats up
  Run up and hit it Im gone
  Put that shit right in the song
  I dih be flexin
  I get all my money
  I get in the beam
  And I get in thе foreign
  Bitches be boring
  You bitchеs be boring
  You bitches be motherfuckin boring
  I dih jump in the roof
  With the motherfuckin tool
  I just dodge all these bullets with this 22
  No little bitch, I am not into you
  Check after check
  They be coming in twos
  Money be coming
  And bitches be coming
  They just talk it mean nothing
  You really me nothing to me
  I pop a perc and im gone
  She throw it back in the song
  Off the molly and the drank
  Pour it all in the cup
  If shes really tryna fuck me
  Then you know whats up
  Run up and hit it Im gone
  Put that shit right in the song