[Chorus]

Let's go, in the trap with the work, put a brick in saran

Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan

Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand

And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand

And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands

Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land

Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand

[Verse]

Purple Beamer with the leather seats

And I be road runnin', I need more molly

Tesla yellow and the weed is loud

But I swear the engine really so quiet

Plus I put it into autopilot

I be noddin' off, so I don't have to drive it

When a nigga said he want to hit a lick

And if a nigga with, I let a nigga try it

AK-47 not the Ruger

Nigga talkin' and he miss his future

40 somethin', man, this bitch a cougar

Always winnin', I am not the loser

Let's go, she talk to me, said that she need a bigger butt

I said she already thicker and bigger but

If she gon' work for them strips for a bigger butt

I'll buy a bitch a butt

But I swear I ain't buyin' no bitch a bag

Gon' walk for them strips with your Birkin ass

Fuckin' twerk for them strips on her OnlyFans

Let's go, why is this ho mad?

She just dumb in the head, but she so bad

I be ridin' with choppas and four mags

I walk out of the mall, I had four bags

I ain't check no tags

We servin' Slim Shady

I just stack M&Ms, y'all be still hatin'

You can talk with your friends, but I still made it

Fiends linin' up out the trap and they still waitin'

Don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch 'cause I'm too poppin'

Spent twenty thousand on kicks, I was shoe shoppin'

I be posted, I'm loadin' them sticks so you not robbin'

If I never got rich, ain't have shit, I'd have two choppas, mm

[Chorus]

Let's go, in the trap with the work, put a brick in saran

Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan

Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand

And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand

And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands

Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land

Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand

[Outro]

Nigga, nigga, nigga

Mm, nigga

I'm servin' that dope to the fiends and the junkies

Percocet, Fentanyl got 'em all comfy

Stay with a choppa, you not finna jump me