text: Yeah 
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Its Young Gunna Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
  Young Gunna, Young Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy 
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Oh, they fresh out a coffin, dont know why they talkin
  Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
  These rappers is exhaustin, that ho shit gon cost em
  They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain 
  In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin
  Cant take no more losses and we steady countin 
  I put em in office and didnt get a crown
  Im drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town 
  Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and Im splurgin again
  Mixin up Crush like its juicе and the gin
  Stick in her pussy, its loosenin, yеah 
  I went to Houston with Travis, Im lit 
  Niggas send threats and aint nobody dead 
  I done got rich, but I still aint a lick
  Take a Perc 30 whenever Im sick
  Ring cost a thirty, I aint even 30 
  F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip 
  Widebody swervin, Rolls-Royce, thats for certain 
  Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
  We the big dawgs and these lil niggas shrimps
  Vegas, I spent twenty K on the strip
  Neighborhood blue on the Vette, thats for Nip
  XO, YSL, in the game off the rip
  Oh, they fresh out a coffin, dont know why they talkin
  Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
  These rappers is exhaustin, that ho shit gon cost em
  They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain 
  In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin
  Cant take no more losses and we steady countin 
  I put em in office and didnt get a crown
  Im drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town 
  Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
  Cant believe Cashs studio, covered in BAPE 
  Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn
  Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform 
  Speakin the truth cause I aint good at lyin
  And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron
  Call up some vibes, I got nothin but dimes
  And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind 
  Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
  Still walkin through the back door with my hammer 
  Told these lil boys that they dont want no smoke
  Had to aim for his legs, cant get caught on the camera
  Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
  She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
  Come between me and my blues and get handled
  I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta 
  If I run into a problem with cake
  I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter 
  Speak on my name, Ima pull up on you
  All your people gon run when the shots start to splatter
  Stayed on my grind and I been makin noise
  And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
  Catchin yo bitch is like catchin the opps
  I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her
  Oh, they fresh out a coffin, dont know why they talkin
  Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
  These rappers is exhaustin, that ho shit gon cost em
  They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain 
  In Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin
  Cant take no more losses and we steady countin 
  I put em in office and didnt get a crown
  Im drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
  Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy