[Intro]

(I have to kill you)

Pfft

Get the fuck out

Ha, ha, slatt, slatt, slatt

Pourin' the bitch out

Pourin' the bitch out

Huh, huh, huh, huh

[Chorus]

It's a ball fake like Rondo, I'ma stand rain with a poncho

12 on dick in a Bronco, one-of-one piece from Gianni (Gianni)

I should've called Stefano, in a 'Cat tryna miss them po's (Slatt)

Boy, this Moncler, hace frío, in a widebody burnin' them wheels

[Verse 1]

I'm in that Trackhawk, burnin' them tires

Supercharged Hemi, I'm on fire

V8 kitty cuttin' i5, we couldn't beef from nine-to-five

Uh, they thought I was dead but I'm alive

Keep fightin' them pills, I'm traumatized

Broke up with the lean, the love's dry (Slatt)

The love's dry (Gah, get the fuck out, gah, brr)

Peep game (Huh)

Spent 500K on plain (On plain)

Spent 500K on Jane (On Jane)

I could smoke straight out my brain (My brain)

Hit twice, boy, it's not the same (Nope)

Hit boys couldn't beat this pain (They couldn't)

Widebody, tryna find my lane, ayy

They want the racks, no clout, hell, I'll take the money and fame (Fame)

Whatever to keep me sustained (Sustained)

Substance corruptin' my state (Fuck)

Huh, they 'bout to write out a statement, hey

Show how the fuck you was made (Fuckboy)

My shooter, he damn near grade-A

[Chorus]

It's a ball fake like Rondo, I'ma stand rain with a poncho

12 on dick in a Bronco, one-of-one piece from Gianni (Gianni)

I should've called Stefano, in a 'Cat tryna miss them po's (Slatt)

Boy, this Moncler, hace frío, in a widebody burnin' them wheels (Ayy)

[Verse 2]

Hit a K off a play, I'm a savage

Bullets jumpin' out the Drac' like a rabbit

Oh, I need a pint of lean with a tablet

My ho a designer fiend, what a bad bitch (Ayy)

In an eight-speed, I'm slidin', I don't wanna be nobody

I just wanna geek on Oxy', why they wanna be me so bad?

My last ho was fuckin' with Usher (Frrt)

A crush on the money, I'm blushin' (Blatt)

I get a band, make it double (Make it double)

Suppressor them bullets is muffled (Brr)

See me and lil' Kyle, that's trouble, that's trouble

Them hollows be poppin' his bubble

Ayy, you wanna die 'bout your brother? (Frrt, frrah)

I'm flippin' that car, do a couple, huh

[Chorus]

It's a ball fake like Rondo, I'ma stand rain with a poncho

12 on dick in a Bronco, one-of-one piece from Gianni (Gianni)

I should've called Stefano, in a 'Cat tryna miss them po's (Slatt)

Boy, this Moncler, hace frío, in a widebody burnin' them wheels