text: Wop
  M-M-M-Murda
  I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin
  At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin
  Diamonds got her head huntin, she head huntin
  Are you scared? Cause you aint saying nothin, we been fuckin
  Yeah they lookin and they been lookin, they been lurkin 
  Escortin down her leg, flirtin, she been flirtin
  I pull up in a four-seater, one person 
  Fiji diamond bracelet on, they so thirsty
  Baby got an ass on her, its so perfect
  She tryna make me glance at her, and its workin
  Gucci keep them bands on him, he Mr. Perfect
  No feeling, no ceiling, he so verted
  Ayy, ayy, ayy
  Big bands on me, Ima throw it on the floor
  Run it up and hit the mall, I spend it at the Gucci store
  Shawty know Im in designer from my head down to my toes
  Oh, you say you wanna cuff me? I aint trustin in no ho
  Why you say I do too much when you know you do the most
  Its a celebration, I might have to make a toast
  I just did it for my city, now they calling me the GOAT
  Looking for the right direction, I aint have nowhere to go
  She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
  She wanna stay the night, and drink the Dusse
  She said, I follow you, and do what you say
  This can be forever boy, master, youre my sensei, ayy
  I still fuck her like a mad Russian, she mad crushin
  At least she hit the sad button, she mad blushin
  Diamonds got her head huntin, she head huntin
  Are you scared? Cause you aint saying nothin, we been fuckin
  She a bad girl, she catching mood swings
  She wanna stay the night, and drink the Dusse
  She said, I follow you, and do what you say
  This can be forever boy, master, youre my sensei, ayy
  Fuck her like a mad Russian
  Fuck her like a mad Russian
  Fuck her like a mad Russian
  Fuck her like a mad Russian