text: Yeah
  Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
  They really wanna keep us outside
  Cause you know we go way too live
  Whippin again, whippin and whippin and whippin again, yeah
  Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
  All winter, all summer
  Range Rovers and black Hummers
  Aint go dumb, I went dumber
  When it go down, dont go under 
  Whippin again, whippin and whippin and whippin again, yeah
  Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
  All winter, all summer
  Range Rovers and black Hummers
  Aint go dumb, I went dumber
  When it go down, dont go under
  Sell a bird, KFC 
  And it was twenty LLCs 
  Alexa, play, who played me? 
  Just made a mil like Meek 
  Pick a side, no in-between
  Roll an L with the winning team
  She a king like Billie Jean 
  I want smoke, yeah, nicotine 
  Is you finer than Fashion Nova?
  I wanna really see whats in them jeans
  Is that a lace front real hair extension, or its just a quick weave? 
  Im bout the S with the lines through em
  Partition with the blinds pulled
  Had a deal on the table from Arm & Hammer, I was gon sign to em
  Yeah
  Back at it again, whippin again, once again, yeah 
  Out on the East, park up the Benz on the sand, yeah 
  Skrrt off the block, hittin your crib, no advance, yeah 
  Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
  Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
  While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
  They really wanna keep us outside 
  Cause you know we go way too live 
  Too turnt up for your club 
  4 AM, aint fucked up
  GLE, 63 Benz
  Yeah, it really depends 
  Yeah, Im covered, Im drenched
  Wet floor signs, hope you dont slip 
  Yeah, my homie a Crip 
  Seafood and you is a shrimp 
  Money tall, you gon need stilts 
  Rap or Go to the League blimp, uh
  Hit a home run off a bunt, yeah 
  She do whatever I want, yeah
  I had the Maybach for five years
  I still never sat in the front, yeah
  I bought her designer, lil mama, Im proud of her
  She got a body, pick her out a lineup
  She ever leave me, Im comin to find her
  Whip in the kitchen like chef at Katanas
  Yeah
  Back at it again, whippin again, once again, yeah 
  Out on the East, park up the Benz on the sand, yeah 
  Skrrt off the block, hittin your crib, no advance, yeah 
  Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
  Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand 
  While we throw bands in, while we throw bands up
  They really wanna keep us outside
  Cause you know we go way too live 
  Too turnt up for your club
  4 AM, aint fucked up 
  Whippin again, whippin and whippin and whippin again, yeah
  Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
  All winter, all summer
  Range Rovers and black Hummers
  Aint go dumb, I went dumber
  When it go down, dont go under
  Whippin again, whippin and whippin and whippin again, yeah
  Back at it again, back at it, back at it, back at it again
  All winter, all summer
  Range Rovers and black Hummers
  Aint go dumb, I went dumber
  When it go down, dont go under