Kel, go crazy

Put Jimmy Choo on, I chew when I boot up

It's a drop top, but I still let the roof up

Nigga hop out, might be rocking Medusa

Nigga got popped because I ride with some shooters

I came out the south, but I ain't nothing like Luda

They say I have rifles and Glocks and some rugers

I know some locs, there's some blood that'll do you

Look at my neck and my wrist, shit, a cooler

These bitches they love Young Guapo

Smokin' cookie gelato

100K at the condo

We fuck these bitches, make pornos

I ran it up, told them fuck around

Thumbin' through hundreds, young man gunnin'

Jewelry cold like the fucking winter

But we've been getting money all summer

Ho be strapped like a summer

Young Guapo can fuck on your mama

It's trafficking shit, little bitch

Yeah, we eat steak in the morning

Pulling off, hear the engine running

This is straight A, so you hear it roaring

I gave me some weight when I was touring

These bitches they out of style and they boring

Rose gold with no rose bow

I gave her some molly, she lost control

I have my way and I'm popping my toes

Smoking on Zips, we pouring up fours

Fuck it, we fuck it up, tear it up

We know these pussy niggas scared of us

I give a bankroll but ain't got a trust

I got a Draco and I swear I bust

Put Jimmy Choo on, I chew when I boot up

It's a drop top, but I still let the roof up

Nigga hop out, might be rocking Medusa

Nigga got popped because I ride with some shooters

I came out the south, but I ain't nothing like Luda

They say I have rifles and Glocks and some rugers

I know some locs, there's some blood that'll do you

Look at my neck and my wrist, shit, a cooler

Shit on niggas and I shit on bitches

They be dripping, leaking like a faucet

These pretty bitches sound saucy

These racks can't fit inside a wallet

I go to bank and I deposit

My dawg went off, I need some molly

I order ones and got a presi

We done met the stripper bitches in the lobby

We gon' have a private party

Tell my brother come record it

Foreign bitches, they imported

Show that pussy, make me throw it

I'm hearing voices, got me knowing

Bitch, you talking to a poet

You gon' make a nigga blow it

Shit so much I need a toilet

I just made one call to Loso

Told him go pick up Young Guapo

I got a chief order nacho

He got a play for a taco

Chop that shit up, call it chop-o

You taking personal, Narcos

Racks got me feeling like Pablo

Go to LA and eat Roscoe's

The Valentino, not Polo

That ain't no bar, that's a barcode

Put Jimmy Choo on, I chew when I boot up

It's a drop top, but I still let the roof up

Nigga hop out, might be rocking Medusa

Nigga got popped because I ride with some shooters

I came out the south, but I ain't nothing like Luda

They say I have rifles and Glocks and some rugers

I know some locs, there's some blood that'll do you

Look at my neck and my wrist, shit, a cooler

The coupe bowlegged

Shoot the chopper, now he all flared

So many bullets, think he unleaded

Get you knocked off for a little fitted

Chopper call them utensils

Brick came with a stencil

Pop a nigga like a pimple

I kill your family, that's simple

Hundred thousand just to ship 'em

Got the stars in the Wraith

These fuck niggas fake

I fucked your main, you super late

Tongue tied, come out great

Forgis on the whip, Jackson skating

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

I jumped out a Wraith and said hey to my hater

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Bring it to you like a waiter

Key cape, I'm a cater

Hoe bigger than Decatur

All my niggas, they with it

Pocket, pocket, he's a chicken

You know what I'm sipping

Guapo tipsy

They say kill every nigga with him

These niggas fishy

These niggas bitches

On a mission trying to get plenty

Cutting down chickens in the kitchen

Money counter for the benches

Put Jimmy Choo on, I chew when I boot up

It's a drop top, but I still let the roof up

Nigga hop out, might be rocking Medusa

Nigga got popped because I ride with some shooters

I came out the south, but I ain't nothing like Luda

They say I have rifles and Glocks and some rugers

I know some locs, there's some blood that'll do you

Look at my neck and my wrist, shit, a cooler