text: Yeah, haha
  You already know its that muhfuckin Trap Holizay
  Got Offset with me, Travis Scott
  The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah
  Uhh-uhh
  You know what Im sayin?
  Fuckin and ridin, fuckin and ridin
  You cant get on Zay beats without rappin cocaine, nigga
  Fuckin and ridin, fuckin and ridin, yeah
  Yeah, real dope boy
  We ride on the mix, yeah
  Offset, takeoff on these niggas
  They know what Im mixin
  Woo, woo, woo
  Walk in the club with the cash on me 
  Gang in the club with the strap on em 
  I cut you off, turn your back on me 
  I hit a lick, double-back on it 
  I got four dubs so Im back on it 
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on em 
  Stuck in the pot cookin crack on em 
  Perky and Molly, Im back on it 
  Bitch, I dont play with that money, no 
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil of those 
  Dont dunk a brick, rather finger-roll 
  Bitch ridin dick on her tippy-toes 
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame 
  Nigga, Im up like Im sellin cocaine 
  Takin this jet to Quebec and then Spain 
  My pockets loaded, cant walk, need a cane 
  Woo, woo, woo, woo
  Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog
  Pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off
  Playin with the gang get you knocked off
  It was all games til we popped off
  MAC-11 sprayin like salt, diamonds shinin when the lights off
  I dont care about the price, dawg
  Dominican bitch with some nice jaw
  Creepin in the night with your lady
  Niggas hate it, but we been the greatest
  Never lazy, pull up in the latest
  Your pockets slim and you real shady
  Im with the mafia, cookin tilapia
  Shawty real popular, her life the opposite
  That money you flexin, I know that this all of it
  Wont text you cause I cant wait to just stall a bitch
  Walk in the club with the cash on me 
  Gang in the club with the strap on em 
  I cut you off, turn your back on me 
  I hit a lick, double-back on it 
  I got four dubs so Im back on it 
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on em 
  Stuck in the pot cookin crack on em 
  Perky and Molly, Im back on it 
  Bitch, I dont play with that money, no 
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil of those 
  Dont dunk a brick, rather finger-roll 
  Bitch ridin dick on her tippy-toes 
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame 
  Nigga, Im up like Im sellin cocaine 
  Takin this jet to Quebec and then Spain 
  My pockets loaded, cant walk, need a cane 
  Uhh-uhh
  Fuckin and ridin, fuckin and ridin
  Fuckin and ridin, fuckin and ridin, yeah
  We ride on the mix, yeah
  Butterfly doors give me road rage 
  Still ride round with the old gang 
  Astro, she got brains 
  Pop it, she got aim 
  Chinese eyes, real lo mein
  Keep the Devil from my soul, man 
  Keep the angels goin both ways 
  Run it up, then hit the runway
  Hidin thousands on a private 
  Told the driver, Keep it flyin 
  Yeah, trip through the crib 
  Yous amazed, I aint sent 
  Losin days by the blue 
  See the fate by the mix, it was it, yeah
  Walk in the club with the cash on me 
  Gang in the club with the strap on em 
  I cut you off, turn your back on me 
  I hit a lick, double-back on it 
  I got four dubs so Im back on it 
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on em 
  Stuck in the pot cookin crack on em 
  Perky and Molly, Im back on it 
  Bitch, I dont play with that money, no 
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil of those 
  Dont dunk a brick, rather finger-roll 
  Bitch ridin dick on her tippy-toes 
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame 
  Nigga, Im up like Im sellin cocaine 
  Takin this jet to Quebec and then Spain 
  My pockets loaded, cant walk, need a cane