[Intro]

(Fah, fah, fah)

(Fah, fah, fah)

Fah, fah

(YMP Cash)

(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Mm, huh

(Ah, ah) Hmm, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, eh

(Tss) Tss, uh, mm, uh, uh, yeah, uh, hold up

[Verse 1]

Dolce Gabbana bag put as a coaster

Strike me a light, put the Glock in the holster

I'm poppin' out with that heat like a toaster

Purple my cup and it's leanin' me over

Double R Wraith, but I still got the Rover

She likin' both, but she ain't met the chauffeur

I just told twin to come meet me at Dover

That boy a fan, I put bro on a poster

Iron on me, I'ma slide with the pan again

Stay with the blues on my side like I'm Anakin

Come meet the Shadow Realm, I'm finna banish him

Pull up in Ghost and the opps started vanishin'

Diamonds all white like a brought back the Klan again

I got three Ks, I'ma slide, get yo' fandom hit

Airin' it out in VVs, wasn't plannin' it

Fannin' it, feeling like Marilyn Manson, I'm rockin' him out

Pull out the tricks and we poppin' 'em out

4th of July, how we poppin' outside

4th of July, how we boxin' 'em out

4th of July, know them sparks gonna fly

Light it up, better not throw in the towel

Light it up, better not run in your house

We blowin' up, but this shit goin' down, get sent out of bounds

[Chorus]

We bangin' it up

Hanging outside, should be hangin' it up

Don't come outside when we pacing the slugs

Don't come outside when we pacing the slugs, yeah

Know how we act, you just posin'

Told 'em, "Leave me alone, need to focus"

Told her, "Stop it, you ain't got no motion"

Bang it out, you gon' hear the explosion

Bang it out, gonna— fah

I see red, I'm with the Fives

Young boy dead, we poppin' your top

Drop, whenever I drop, they flop

I cannot cuff one of them, she a bop

Pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Better pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Better pose for the pic', better— hol' up

[Verse 2]

I remember juggin' off Motorolas

Big bullet hole in his chest, he a donut

Ah, make him disappear, like, "Hocus pocus"

Don't call my phone, you know you don't know us

I put three K on his top as a bonus

Broke for a Lambo', he went, bought a Lotus

Brand new Odessa, we call it a O-Glove

Everyone 'round me too high, feel like Opus

Fuck, choppa so loud, Swamp Izzo

I was broke, then I went bigger, like Lizzo

12 still tryna cop us, better tip-toe

Red and blue lights finna shine out the window

A hundred to zero

Bitch did me foul like Robert De Niro

Bomb inside, bitch, better roll like a barrel

Play with the gang and this bitch goin' feral

Me and the gang, we bangin' it up

[Chorus]

We bangin' it up

Hanging outside, should be hangin' it up

Don't come outside when we pacing the slugs

Don't come outside when we pacing the slugs, yeah

Know how we act, you just posin'

Told 'em, "Leave me alone, need to focus"

Told her, "Stop it, you ain't got no motion"

Bang it out, you gon' hear the explosion

Bang it out, gonna— fah

I see red, I'm with the Fives

Young boy dead, we poppin' your top

Drop, whenever I drop, they flop

I cannot cuff one of them, she a bop

Pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Better pose for the pic', better not get cropped

Better pose for the pic', better not get popped