[Intro: Hi-C]

These bitches suckin' and fuckin'

Goddamn, these bitches disgustin'

I keep a Glock for the tough kids

Just cock it and up it and bust it (Fuck you!)

I walk in Saks with the Neimans

I spend that check like it's nothin'

High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)

All of these hoes in here fuckin'

Hi-C, どうもありがとう

Boot up like Mister Roboto

We pullin' up in big bodies

Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos

House full of hoes like a brothel

Pass that ho tell my hermano

Fuckin' a pretty cubano

Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo

(This is too easy)

(Heaven or Hell, let's rock)

[Chorus: Lil Yawh]

I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me

To prove why I don't do attachment

That's why I don't do demandin'

That's why I havе to abandon

That's why I get to the bandys

That's why I get to thе bandwidth

That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies

Monkey see, monkey bananas

That's why all I see is bandos

Bandos make shit open up

I know Bandos make 'em close it up

I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more

Bandos, and bandos, and bandos

I took a flight, saw some camels

I took a flight, saw Four Seasons

I took a flight from Los Angeles

[Verse: Hi-C]

Porsche parked outside the function

Sittin' on spurs like Tim Duncan

Back of the club gettin' blunted

Bitch, I'm way too high to function

Twenty's and fifty's and hunnids

I can't put nothin' above it

Vivienne necklace is flooded

Whip out my dick and she suck it

She pop a bean and get slutty

I beat it up like a bully

Cuffin' that bitch, you a dummy

Hi-C, bitch, I'm way too gully

Gettin' brain from a snowbunny

She sniff coke 'til her nose bloody

I put that dick in her tummy

I pass that bitch to my buddies

These bitches suckin' and fuckin'

Goddamn, these bitches disgustin'

I keep a Glock for the tough kids

Just cock it and up it and bust it

I'm walk in Saks with the Neimans

I spend that shit like it's nothin'

High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty

All of these hoes in here fuckin'

Hi-C, どうもありがとう

Boot up like Mister Roboto

We pullin' up in big bodies

Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos

House full of hoes like a brothel

Pass that ho tell my hermano

Fuckin' a pretty cubano

Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo

She got some big mommy milkers

Come here, bitch, give me some milky

That bitch so smooth and so silky

She give me head in a Bentley

We ridin' 'round with a semi

Told that fuck nigga, ''Come get me''

Bitch, it's not on me, it's in me

Fuckin' on hoes, I got plenty

[Chorus: Lil Yawh]

I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me

To prove why I don't do attachment

That's why I don't do demandin'

That's why I have to abandon

That's why I get to the bandys

That's why I get to the bandwidth

That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies

Monkey see, monkey bananas

That's why all I see is bandos

Bandos make shit open up

I know bandos make 'em close it up

I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more

Bandos and bandos and bandos

I took a flight, saw some camels

I took a flight, saw Four Seasons

I took a flight from Los Angeles

[Outro]

(Hurts, doesn't it?)