text: Yeah
  Yeah-yeah, yeah
  Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
  Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
  Yup, in my white tee
  Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
  Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me
  On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
  Coco like Im Ice-T 
  Uh, got em bamboozled like Im Spike Lee 
  Uh, you need more than Google just to find me 
  Uh, I just call her bae to get her hyphy 
  Incredible, icki-icki, in general
  I just start the label just to sign me 
  Uh, me and Chasе connected like wе Siamese
  Uh, weve been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely 
  I seen his face, seen it
  Yup, on his white tee, uh 
  Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people 
  Private flight to France, tryna sight-see 
  Popped em in his hands, he was typin 
  Caterpillar Rari, I fold it, lift it up 
  I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup 
  Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the luck 
  Keep that, keep that ho R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke 
  Talk to me nicely 
  Keep her on a chain, that aint like me 
  Scotts with no strings, you cant tie me 
  Im higher than the plane, Im where the Skypes be 
  Yeah, yep, in my slime tee 
  Princey in his prime, yee 
  Yellowbone too feisty, yee 
  Clean him up, no napkin, yee 
  Yup, in my white tee 
  Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please 
  Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me 
  On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
  Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, dont be missin man
  Mississippi, dip a sippy, make em happy, make em copy
  Make em get me Chippi Chippi 
  Theres a lot Im gon spend
  Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon shootout while I spin
  Trippin like Im trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee
  Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin life
  London city, left the town 
  Thug and Travis be the fam
  Yup, yeah, you know that 
  And when they free us out, its gonna be a film, a Kodak 
  Shoot me pourin right above the rim like Pollack
  Ive been rippin and runnin, not slippin or slidin, athletic tendencies
  Ive been up since, cheffin it, whippin it to the base rock, I provide the remedy 
  When we open gates up at Utopia , its like Zootopia
  You see the crosses over ya , thats how you know its us
  At 4 A.M. Im phonin ya, not for no shoulder rub
  Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck
  Yup, in my white tee 
  Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
  Yeah, they gon wipe you before you wipe me
  Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my
   I be where the fuck the light be
  Bangers in the system, its
  Bangers in the system, its
  Ancient Anunnaki
  Bangers in the system, its that
  Bangers in the system, its that
  M.I.A.​