[Verse 1]

This that new butterscotch (Ay!)

And my wrist tamagotch (Wrist!)

Bitches they hopperscotch (Hop!)

Turn it up another notch (Errr!)

Watch me go double hop (Skrrr!)

Gucci that double wop (Wop!)

Gucci that double wop (Wop!)

Gucci I drop the top (Skrrr Skrrr)

All of my rubies aligned (Ayy!)

You cannot fuck with my time (Nope!)

You cannot fuck with guys (Brrr!) fuck with the kid and we camping outside

Fuck with the kid and we packing the nines, pack up the pussy we killing the nine

Give up your life, putting six in your spine, six in your section I’m sick in the mind (Sick in the mind)

[Hook]

Get your act up boy, get your racks up

Get your act up boy, get your racks up

Get your act up boy, get your racks up

Get your act up boy, get your racks up (get your racks up)

[Verse 2]

I don’t feel the pain, yeah I’m sipping purple

Seventeen I went insane, suicidal in my brain

Yeah my album serenade on you pussy asses ay

Pop a bottle, grab a toast, king frank is on the way