text: Lil Uzi Vert
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I could spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  This is an automatic start
  My car from the future
  This an automatic start
  And my whip so big
  I could fuck your bitch in it
  Yes, I got my own hoes
  But I want your bitch instead
  Yeah, I want your bitch instead
  Fuck her on the beach instead
  She just wanna talk about her day
  Just give me head
  She dont wanna let gang fuck
  Bitch, thats dead
  Bitch, thats dead, yeah
  Bitch, thats dead
  You gotta fuck the whole gang
  For my niggas thats all dead
  Fucked her so much, I got cardiac
  I had a heart attack with my meds, yeah
  With my meds, yeah
  With my meds
  Pop the perky, perky, perky like a bitch in Paris
  See that boy right there?
  We call him Zombieman
  Why you call him that?
  Cause the check all on his head
  We saw Zombieman so we popped his head
  Dont aim at his legs
  He can come back from the dead
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I could spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  Bentley truck, you know I got the engine
  All my opps, they dead
  I smoke all my opps, they dead
  My face got ice in it
  I might ice your bitch
  You know my wrist, it match my fist
  Its wet like a fish
  Im the same nigga, kept it 100 though
  Nothing changed, nigga, I kept it real
  Walk around in the finest of fabrics
  You dont know how this shit feel
  I can fuck your bitch, disappear like magic
  Pull out my wand like abracadabra
  She turn around and she calling me daddy
  Im Ramona, she is a baddie
  Im Ramona, she is a baddie
  Bitch, Im so high, UFO, I aint landin
  I have that bitch, she on me, she fiendin
  When she stand next to me she said she tannin
  I got the yacht, dont want the boat
  She want the egg but dont want the yolk
  I made it high but hang with the low
  I fuck your bitch and you aint even know
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I aint scared to spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
  Ima tell the bitch lets get it, uh
  Told the lil bitch lets get it, uh
  Turn around, bitch, let me hit it, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen, uh
  Ima do it in my Gucci linen
  Young nigga, you know I could spend it
  I might pull up in a foreign
  Bentley truck, you know I got the engine