text: Ayy
  Drank, take a lil sip of that Act 
  Flood all my bitches in that 
  Im in the projects without Pat 
  My jewelry leave em blind like bats 
  Diamonds for her in the back 
  Hit that lil bitch from the back, she stacked 
  Ask me like how I do that? 
  Pop a lil Xan and relax 
  About my racks, you get whacked 
  If he got racks, he get taxed 
  Five, four, three, two, one, attack 
  Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
  Pussy nigga, they some rats 
  He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
  But all my bitches they brats 
  Pop a lil Perky, relax 
  These niggas up to something 
  Hey, she need to fuck or something
  Ima wake up for somethin
  I fell in love with nothin 
  Bitches, they do it for me
  Stuck on me, gluin somethin 
  Patrick Swayze, Swayze, Swayze, save me
  All my bitches get it, never lazy 
  All my pockets full like they pregnant 
  Yall niggas still hatin 
  Dice in the middle
  Ima shoot it with precise in the building 
  Fuck that bitch because she likin my rhythm 
  White on her head, I got lice in the buildin 
  Lil mama ready, she Tyson, go get her 
  I cant complain, I got ice in my bezel 
  Im not racist, I got white in my Bentley 
  Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it 
  Hell yeah 
  Call me mister mister Porsche 
  Pockets swole with no abortion 
  I sleep soft, Im never snorin 
  Talk to bitches when Im borin 
  Your money little like a Yorkie
  I open your head up with a forty 
  I think Im gettin back to the old me 
  Yeah, Im gettin back to the old me
  Hey, these niggas up to something 
  Hey, these niggas forfeit on us, ayy
  Drank take a lil sip of that Act 
  Flood all my bitches in that 
  Im in the projects without Pat 
  My jewelry leave em blind like bats 
  Diamonds for her in the back 
  Hit that lil bitch from the back, she stacked
  Ask me like how I do that? 
  Pop a lil Xan and relax 
  About my racks, you get whacked 
  If he got racks, he get taxed 
  Five, four, three, two, one, attack 
  Bitch, all of my whoadies hit that
  Pussy nigga, they some rats 
  He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
  But all my bitches they brats 
  Pop a lil Perky, relax 
  These niggas up to something (Hmm... Yell ah, ah, ayy
  Eah)
  Hey, she need to fuck or something