text: Ah-skrr-skrr
  Hahahaha
  Uh, alright
  Alright
  Yeah
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want 
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? 
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know
  You get hit, 40ll hurt you
  I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you
  Blowin Uzi, Im just off the shits
  Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
  I get so turnt up, countin these bands, bands
  I dont give a mothafuck, I am the man
  Stay down with mad niggas, your girl my baby
  Im fuckin on her, I am too lazy
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want 
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? 
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know
  Fergy gonna get em, youngin doin better
  Uzi with the Uzi, hit him through the leather
  Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
  Feel like Im him with the cheddar
  Put em in the soup, portobello
  Hit him in the head through his cerebellum
  Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin felon
  Hell dead him in a second if I tell him
  Spoke to NumbaNine fore he went to jail and
  He was on his way to his dreams
  Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon
  These kids I try to tell em, dont get caught with the weapon
  Hip-hop police on the Gram and they cant wait to get em
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want 
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? 
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know
  Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
  Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag
  My bitches, they bustin, you niggas, you cuffin
  I trap out the bando, them onions
  Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?
  Im booted, them Xans, wrappin the bricks in saran
  You dont want problems
  Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
  Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed
  30 gold chains I flex, but I aint ever had no job
  Turn twenty to a fifty
  Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin like Diddy
  I trap in the kitchen with Whitney
  Actavis killin my kidneys
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty
  Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
  Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
  Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want 
  Like whatchu want, like what do you want? 
  Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
  Let a nigga know, let a nigga know