[Intro]

Shouldn’t be drinkin’ on lean, I’m already half dead
Give a fuck, I’m a gangster, I’m thuggin’ (I’m thuggin’, brrt, frrt-frrt)

Yeah (Grow up, nigga), huh, yeah, huh, come on (Us)
Huh-huh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Brrt)
Come on, huh, huh

[Verse 1: ian & Lil Yachty]

Weddin’ cake in my blunt with no bride yet
If I face me another, I’ll die here
I’m just prayin’ I make it ’til Friday
Either way, I’ma die with my pride

Fell in love with the Cullinan parked out front, bitch, wait ’til you see the garage
I done made me a promise, I’ll fight back once, this time, I’ma leave it to God

On God, I ain’t play ’bout nothin’ once
Whеn it’s game time, jump in clutch
First thing in the mornin’, blunt

First thing in thе mornin’, I jump off the porch and head straight to the Porsche, get to drivin’ like somebody chasin’
Rock it ’cause I can afford it, my pockets enormous, every time that I walk, I’m chafin’

You don’t know how to ball, you lazy
You ignorin’ my calls, shit crazy
One time for the hoes I’m savin’
One time for the hoes that hate me

Two times for the hoes that hate me
Three times for the hoes that hate me
3.5 in the blunt, I’m spacin’
Four doors on the Rolls, shit spacious

I don’t know if it’s—, uh
I don’t know if it’s smart I stay here
I don’t know if I want that Maybach
I don’t know if I’ll find my way back

I ain’t never gon’ buy my way in
I ain’t never gon’ bow to no man
I don’t care who the fuck you came with
I don’t care what the fuck your name is (What?), huh

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]

My Chrome unfindable
Like I did me a hit and I threw it away
Pop out that bitch and hit him in his fa—
Uh-huh

We open up doors in the summer
I took the roof off of the Hummer
I snuck in that bitch with a Llama
I’m sneakin’ outside like Osama

Know I’m richer than your favorite rapper
If I’m not, then God, kill my momma
Biggest house on the street
The first Blacks here like Obama

Okay, let’s see that thunder
On the plane, we took drugs under
And my bitch ass dumb like Yolanda
I’ma put the junk up from La Fonda

Fah-fah-fah-fah, yeah, fuck ’em
I be twistin’ my fingers, I bang
And Concrete the gang
Same nigga, just rich, I ain’t change
Same nigga, I’m totin’ that flame

[Verse 3: ian & Lil Yachty]

Huh, I’m the same old kid, but I gotta grow up now, I’m a grown-up now
I’ve been havin’ some long-ass nights, one more long-ass flight ‘fore I’m right there next to you

Huh, damn, driver, move up, my legs need room
Huh, huh, damn, I really could cop this backseat, huh (Brrt)
I know all of my ex-hoes miss me

I was drifting, poured a whole sixteen
I’m gon’ clutch it, I don’t do no wrestling
And my mouth diamonds lookin’ like a cuff link
Put my bitch in no DG, free BG

We on TV, I’m makin’ a mo—
We on TV, I’m makin’ a movie
Durag on my head, it’s The Boonies
Fuck whoopin’ his ass, he gon’ sue me

I’ll fuck it up fast, then re-up
Sip drink like I don’t wanna be up
When we catch you, don’t call for Jesus