text: 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