[Intro]

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Brrt

Yeah, yeah, that's motion

Phew, phew, for real

[Verse 1]

Shit get real, what you know about that hound? Niggas ain't sold one pill

Shit get deep, I can't even get no sleep, brodie just caught him a kill

Fucked up Teezy got life, hope he get an appeal, thinking 'bout it give me the chills

My mama, she birthed a star, roof got shooting stars, the coupe got push to start

I hop out, it park itself, gotta go hard, Goyard on the belt

Just made me a hundred, it really wasn't nothin', don't hear shit but money, don't talk me to death

I'll get you what you need, the lean, the blocks, thе P's, you could pull up all night lean

I'm rockin' three links, all VVs, I'm tryin' real hard not to cause a scеne

Dash say 240, I'm doin' 180

Just broke the bank, four pockets like Baby

Sittin' back thinkin' how far I could take it

Told 'em I want it, they thought I was fakin'

Tell me, where would I be if I quit? Where would I be if I make it?

My mom used to tell me I ain't got no friends 'cause these niggas playin' it crazy

Got older, I see what she mean, I gotta stay low, gotta make it home to my seed

My hoodie, my flannel, my skully Celine

And when I looked down, I ain't get back a thing

Now I look back, all I see is the wing

The G.O.A.T. G.T., new Bent' GT

Matte black, peanut butter seats

Back back, we in here too deep

I only rock Chrome if it's Matty

I don't do the chrome, get the black one

Five racks on a Virgil jacket

You know what's up with me, I'm from the D, so it's white buffs on the package

[Part 2]

[Segue]

You know how we do it around this bitch, man, for real

I'ma tell you like this

Come on

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Make a mess (Make a mess)

Make a mess (Make a mess)

Fifty thousand ones

Fuck up the whole club

They thought we was done

Bring the rest (Brrt)

Make a mess (Come on)

Make a mess (Come on, yeah)

Fifty thousand ones

Fuck up the whole club

Make a mess (Make a mess)

Make a mess (Make a mess)

They thought we was done (Come on)

Fuck up the whole club

Make a mess

[Verse 2]

Pull up to the club at 1:30, fuck up a whole thirty

Blow it 'cause we bird serving (For real)

Pull up, we got curb service

I don't see these niggas no more, I do it third person

I'm up while the birds chirping

Chill while them bitches circle

Baby, I got long paper

Check like a ball player (Let's go)

Fall in the club, throw it all, change the wallpaper

Please don't get us started, turn these floors to green carpet (Come on)

Pull up, leave them bitches running, we don't need no valet parking (Ayy)

Ayy, now what's next?

We got them Lambos, put up them 'Vettes (Vroom, vroom)

Count up a mill' ticket, I ain't break a sweat (Break a sweat)

We goin' up on 'em, board a jet (Board a jet)

Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]

Make a mess

Make a mess

Fifty thousand ones (Brrt)

Fuck up the whole club (Brrt)

They thought we was done

Bring the rest