[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Smoking on gas, smoking on your bro
I got a big bag, it's a tote
I'm tryna hit that 'fore the show
I need like ten bands for a show
Yamamoto my coat
Can't fuck with broke boys no more
Hop in the Trackhawk with the bros
These niggas, they switched, turned to hoes
I'm feeling like Tyler, I'm keeping the O's
Clinking that shit, make a toast
Fucking that bitch she like, "Woah"
Feel so sick, feel so wrong
Banging my chest like King Kong
Yeah, lil' thotty, watch your tone
[Chorus]
Yeah, please stop hitting my phone, I'm like, "Oh my God"
Yeah, diamonds dancing on me and they looking flawless
Yeah, smoking that boy like a bong, bitch, I blew up like a bomb
I'm in LA likŠµ Capone, yeah, I'm not your twin, not your bro
[Verse 2]
Yeah, what's your plan? What's your motivŠµ?
Yeah, you a bitch and you know it
Yeah, fell in love with a poet
Mud in my cup and I pour it
Ayy, I can tell you a bitch how you act
Yeah, all of these rackies, I stack
Yeah, I'm getting so high like a bat
Yeah, Undercover, wearing all black
Yeah, in the trap with thirty hoes
Cooking that shit on the stove
With my niggas, with the bros
I'm with the gang, we on go
I fell in love with the Ksubi
Why your girl wanna do me?
Got a bust down, bitch, I'm zooted
Bitch, I am winning, you losing
[Chorus]
Yeah, please stop hitting my phone, I'm like, "Oh my God"
Yeah, diamonds dancing on me and they looking flawless
Yeah, smoking that boy like a bong, bitch, I blew up like a bomb
I'm in LA like Capone, yeah, I'm not your twin, not your bro