text: Ayy, trap out the coupe
  Shoot out the roof
  I give your hoe boot
  Huh huh, Ms in the rari
  Excuse me sorry, diamonds hittin, shit, pardon me
  My diamonds bitin, these bitches fightin
  No Im not fighting
  Chopper knock ya, chop him down
  Everybody know it, young Quavo dont play around
  I buy a whole brick, I wont sell it, just I blow it down
  Everybody know whats goin round
  Ridin round town with the thing on me
  Everybody know, yeah yeah yeah
  Takeoff he gon bang with me homie 
  Give it to em, ooh yeah get in there
  Ooh yeah, get in there, get in there, get in there, get in there 
  Get in there, get in there, get in there
  Get in there, get in there, get it there
  Swimwear, fuckin on you and I get in there
  Fuck in a zone when I get in there
  Breakin down, yeah Im breakin down
  Got a hundred pounds, yeah we sprayin around
  Yeah we pull around we shop the town
  Yeah we pullin down, yeah we droppin down
  Hundred pounds on the backstreets
  Hundred pounds on the backend
  Pick up that front end, then I get it in
  Back to back wit it, back to back wit it 
  Grab the Mac, in the Maybach windows tinted, yeah
  Never wore a fitted, never wore a fitted
  Nigga never been innocent, never told on myself 
  Never ride wit Audi I get it, riding it
  Bad bitch out, hold on, hold on wait, hold on wait
  I bought a Rari, cause I could skate, so I could skate 
  I fuck your hoe, dont take her on dates, dont take her on dates
  Too much money I got rakes, rakes, takin rates
  Everybody know its me, huncho yeah Im the chief
  Runnin from the police, uh
  So much gas I cant breathe 
  So much gas I cant breathe 
  Look at my diamonds, oo, ice in my fuckin, oo
  Ice in my fuckin piece, ice in my fuckin chain
  Walk up in the fuckin building yeah they know my fuckin name 
  Make them scream the fuckin gang
  Diamonds, you ain’t havin’ clout
  You niggas aint havin clout, what the hell you talkin bout
  Spray ya, then I air it out
  What you talkin bout Take
  What you talkin bout Take
  Got the cookies on the bake
  Me and Cookie on a date
  Me and Cookie on a date
  Tats up on my face
  Bad bitch, small waist
  Im gon nut on her face
  Im gon nut on that bitch face
  Im gon pop a perc
  Im gon off my face
  No I can not feel my face
  Yeah yeah drank yeah
  Buying a drink and half a pint, yeah yeah saint
  Pour a pint, buying out the whole pint
  Takeoff go to the mall
  Buying out all the audemars
  Me and Molly, M&ms spending all m&ms
  Young nigga wanna win
  Kick door where I fit in
  Bad bitch she gon sit in
  Drop coup tell her get in
  Everybody know we winnin
  Never without the sippin
  Hennessy yea Im sippin, lemme take another shot
  Fuckin on a bitch, thot
  Got a milli on the watch
  Fuckin on a bitch, thot
  Nigga runnin from the cops
  Yeah I got a half a pop, hundred rounds get popped
  We aint never finish shop
  Hundred bags in the shop 
  Hundred bags in the shop 
  Gon, gon, gon cop
  You know I pull up on you 
  Pull up on you what you wanna
  Pull up on em Imma drop em
  Pull up on em bet I pop em
  Pull up on em with the boogers in the watch 
  Pull up on em and I drop em 
  Bad bitch in a hotel room suckin suckin yeah she swallow
  Yeah that bitch gonna swallow
  Yeah that bitch gonna swallow
  Hold on we change the beat up, change the beat partner
  Switch that motherucker up mane
  Switch that motherfucker up man
  Switch and swappin
  Switch and swappin
  We aint floppin, you know what I mean
  Yeah, Float on it, Ima get up on a boat on it
  Bricks on a boat on it
  I want you to change the beat up
  Gon switch the fuckin beat up 
  Gon switch the fuckin beat up
  Before you change that beat up
  Let em get a La Flame feature
  Bout to pull up in a heater
  Pullin up in a two seater
  In the Bun B, smokin on that cookie tree
  Smoking on bud on my feet 
  White bitch Coca-Cola
  Chirpin on a damn Motorola 
  Sippin sippin cold soda
  Out in the hood
  Blowing cash living good 
  Eating on , eating your bitch on the wood
  Pockets so stuffed, nigga Im locked in my club
  Out on Christmas, feeding homeless giving goods 
  Rockin a bub, niggas moving in a rush
  Blowing kush on the bus
  Niggas like blowin dust
  Sippin on act you drink tuss 
  Niggas like me in a rush 
  Niggas like me go and gush 
  We old collecting the rust 
  Throwing cash got dust, nigga dont fuss
  Momma told me dont you cuss, up bitch shut
  Hit a bitch in her butt, then I be up
  Then he pass the bitch to Quavo, then Imma pipe the bitch up
  Runnin round the whole city, niggas sayin pop a bitty
  Bad bitches fuckin wit me, I told that bitch show them titties 
  Young nigga Imma get it, money stackin to the ceiling
  Imma stack a whole fifty, Imma stack a whole milli
  Imma ride, Iʻll pull up in Philly say “Hi” to Meek Milly
  Everybody know we pretty
  Shoutout Trayvon hoodie
  Everbody know we gettin it, drop top in the winter
  Yea yall nigga, fuck yall, where its at and we gettin it