[Intro: YGR]

Yeah (Blatt, yeah)

Blatt (Blatt)

[Chorus: YGR]

Uh, hopped out the plane in some Gucci (Yeah)

Uh, just took the Virgil, Off White, I been switch that bitch up till the Virgil from Louis (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, I swear that these Js not [?] (Yeah), I swear that these niggas will shoot me (Blatt)

If they catch me outside in a black Maybach (Heh), or they catch me outside, it's Suzuki (Beat it)

Uh, I ridin' the tinted, it's black (Yup), I heard his new shit, it was wack (Wack)

Uh, not trippin', I keep it a stack (Stack), Stevie J, ride with the MAC (Yeah)

Uh, he fuck 'round, get hit with a bat (Brr), no close-quarter, no combat (Yeah)

Uh, his bitch wanna know whеre I'm at (Blatt), she a egghеad knowin' it's flat (Yeah)

I need cheese, I ain't worried 'bout a rat

[Interlude]

Man, you know what the fuck goin' on

I'll pull up and I'll [?] mo'fuckin' kill you (Grrah, pah-pah)

Or any nigga who fuck with me (Grrah, pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)

Fuck 'round with me, nigga

We'll take that shit and take that pack, bitch

[Verse 1: HVN]

Hopped in the Benz and I get to a bag

These niggas lame, goin' out sad

Racks fallin' out, Louis V tag

[?]

[?] kick it out the coupe

Take a nigga shit, runnin' off fast

Take a nigga shit, he ain't get it back

Black and black, bad bitches in the back

Ran up a sack, turned to a bag

These niggas lucky, I was stuffin' [?]

New Bimmer coupe with the paper tag

[Interlude: YGR]

Yeah, yeah, bitch-ass nigga (Blatt)

'Bouta get exposed out here, nigga, for real, nigga (Blatt)

Y'all ain't on shit, you never been on shit (Hoo)

Nigga, I don't give a fuck what you got goin' on (Blatt; yeah)

[Verse 2: BBY KODIE & YGR]

[?] momma (Yeah)

Pull up my sleeve when I step out that Hummer

I'm high as a plane, that's a bird, that's a comet (Yeah)

Ain't tryna hate on that shit, yeah, no comment (Yeah)

Turn down the speaker, I beat that opponent (Blatt)

I got that [?] to whoever that want it (Heh)

I got that fire for whoever want it (Beh)

Bro, you gon' die if you the opponent (Yup)

You momma should cry, go make a GoFundMe (Heh)

Hot surprise, nigga, who want it? (Stacks)

Mob ties, nigga, we on it (Yeah)

Flip side, shouldn't be on it (Brr)

Flip, side, nigga, be on it (Yeah)

Tell no lies, niggas be honest (Blatt)

[?] (Yeah)

She's on her knees, she be [?] like she [?] (Blatt)

[Chorus: YGR]

Uh, hopped out the plane in some Gucci (Hop)

Uh, just took the Virgil, Off White, I been switch that bitch up till the Virgil from Louis (Yeah)

Uh, I swear that these Js not [?], I swear that these niggas will shoot me (Yeah)

If they catch me outside in a black Maybach (Yeah), or they catch me outside, it's Suzuki (Blatt)

Uh, I ridin' the tinted, it's black, I heard his new shit, it was wack

Uh, not trippin', I keep it a stack (Blatt), Stevie J, ride with the MAC

Uh, he fuck 'round, get hit with a bat, no close-quarter, no combat (Yeah)

His bitch wanna know where I'm at (Yeah), she a egghead knowin' it's flat (Yeah)

I need cheese, I ain't worried 'bout a rat