[Chorus: Retro Messiah]

Ayy, let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

I'ma take you on the road, ayy

In and out of stores, ayy

Pull up like let's go, ayy (Let's go)

Where you wanna go? (Retro)

Ayy, let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

I'ma take you on the road, ayy (Yeah)

In and out of stores, ayy (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go, ayy (Let's go)

Where you wanna go? (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Retro Messiah]

I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan

I wanna go to Paris, Balmain on my pants

The chopper, it sound like a drumline

But my pockets full of them bands

Pull up on you, let's go, baby, I been makin' plans

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah & Foreign Jay]

Yeah, you can gon' forget about your man (Who?)

Ayy, he smoke point-five, I smoke grams (Let's go)

Yeah, my bankroll have you like, "Damn" (Bee, bee)

And I didn't even have to scam

Hop in that foreign and skrt, huh (Skrrrrrrt)

Got the whip goin' berserk, huh

Young nigga fresh out the dirt, ayy (Brrrr)

Remember my pockets was hurt, yeah

Now a nigga takin' trips, yeah (Whoa)

Nigga buy a whole zip, yeah (Yeah)

Nigga tried to ride the wave (Yeaaaaaaah)

Fucked around and seen shells

[Chorus: Retro Messiah & Foreign Jay, Both]

Ayy, let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

I'ma take you on the road, ayy

In and out of stores, ayy

Pull up like let's go, ayy (Let's go)

Where you wanna go? (Retro)

Ayy, let's go (Let's go, Frrrr-pah)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go, Frrrr-pah)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go, Frrrr-bah)

Pull up like let's go (Let's go)

I'ma take you on the road, ayy (Yeah)

In and out of stores, ayy (Let's go)

Pull up like let's go, ayy (Let's go)

Where you wanna goooo? (Yeah)

[Post-chorus: Retro Messiah & Foreign Jay, Both]

I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan

I wanna go to Paris, Balmain on my pants

The chopper, it sounds like a drumline

But my pockets full of them bands

Pull up on you, let's go, baby, I been makin' plans

(Yah, yah)

[Verse 2: Foreign Jay]

Ayy, she fuck with me and my swag

My Polo from Paris, yo' shit don't [?]

Yo' fit from clearance, that's basic math

And I'm not her parent, but she call me “dad”

(She call me "daddy")

Hey, and you can ride (Zoooom), baby, don't drive me crazy

You drive me crazy, it better be a Masi', baby (Zoooom)

My last lil' lady wasn't in no [?], so I got lied to, baby

Yah, yaaaaah (Ya-ah, ya-ah)

Boy, you might as well give up

'Cause every time I pull on shawty, you know she get up

And I got my Glock 40, and he don't switch up

I'ma come and get her, ambulance get you

Yah, yah

[Outro/Post-chorus: Retro Messiah & Foreign Jay, Both]

I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan

I wanna go to Paris, Balmain on my pants

The chopper, it sounds like a drumline (Frrrr-pah)

But my pockets full of them bands

Pull up on you, let's go, baby, I been makin' plans