Chorus:

Empty the clip, straight into your head

Pull up in an Audi, I run from the feds

R.I.P., Juice, Pop Smoke, and X

VVS diamonds they sit on my neck

Me and my niggas, equipped with that tec

Me and my slime, we getting that check

My killers gon’ ride, don’t care what you said

Verse 1:

Uh, yeah

You know my phone keep on ringing

Got ice on my neck, so excessive I’m blinging

She hit that high note, like that shawty was singing

My homies got matching uzi’s, we not twinning

Shawty hit the line, said she wanna chill

We watching Netflix, or you wanna drill?

Canada Goose on me cost a bill, man I’m cooking this beat, like its sat on grill, yeah

We fuck in the sheets, shawty drunk in the streets, homie off on that lean (yeah)

Bought a new patek, it cost me 3000, so fresh and so clean (yeah)

Motorola going ring ring

See my icy chains going bling bling

Think she really gon’ fuck with the team

The matchup got heated, boy lay off that steam

I’m off on that bean, I’m chasing my dream, I’m chasing that bag, yeah (yeah)

I’m making that cash, yeah

The paper got me so invested

Got all of this cash in my pocket congested

I’m going off on this beat, I’m aggressive

See them blue lights on my whip, yeah I’m swerving

I got the X and the Percy’s, I’m serving

I got that ganja on me, yeah its burning

I got that ganja on me, yeah its burning

Throw up the hoodie on me, yeah i'm swerving

Trap in the antidote, niggas lurking

I threw the Louis in with the Birkin

Merk him (yeah)

You know my uzi be working (yeah)

I got your shawty, she twerking (mm)

Look at the backwood, its burning (yup)

150 top my wrist, that’s a cold sweater (yeah)

I got model bitches, I don’t know better (yeah)

Fettuccini on my 3’s, and Nike umbrellas (yeah)

Shawty on my D, and shawty on my sweater (yeah)

Chorus:

Empty the clip, straight into your head

Pull up in an Audi, I run from the feds

R.I.P., Juice, Pop Smoke, and X

VVS diamonds they sit on my neck

Me and my niggas, equipped with that tec

Me and my slime, we getting that check

My killers gon’ ride, don’t care what you said

(Yeah)