[Intro]

You livin' lavish, nigga?

Go, yeah

Yeah

Go

[Chorus]

Kick shit like I'm Jaden Smith

Yeah, my shoes could pay your rent (Yeah)

I just bought them they whole swag, now she a prada bitch (Go)

Pull up, pull up in that Redeye and pull off, it go schitz'

Would I be counting these dead guys, if I trust your shit? (Bih)

I would probably be a dead guy somewhere in a ditch

Man, I went and I get too fly, this shit don't make no sense

Nowadays I cannot do new ties, I'm riding with the clique

Boy, you better keep your balance, step on my drip and trip

[Verse]

Boy, you better keep your racks in, oh yeah-yeah-yeah

Bitch, boujee and ratchet, oh yeah-yeah-yeah

Fuck the crowd, bitch, fuck, I know, yeah-yeah-yeah

Fuck nigga go active oh yeah-yeah-yeah

You livin' lavish, nigga?

GOSTAR, go sharp (Bitch, yeah, yeah)

On turn, my swag (What?), on turn, my bag

You stabbed my back (Yeah)

Look at my tags, yeah (Yeah)

Look at my racks (Yeah)

Fuck boy get stretched (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah

GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah

GOSTAR, GOSTAR, yeah

[Chorus]

Kick shit like I'm Jaden Smith

Yeah, my shoes could pay your rent (Yeah)

I just bought them they whole swag, now she a prada bitch (Go)

Pull up, pull up in that Redeye and pull off, it go schitz'

Would I be counting these dead guys, if I trust your shit? (Bih)

I would probably be a dead guy somewhere in a ditch

Man, I went and I get too fly, this shit don't make no sense

Nowadays I cannot do new ties, I'm riding with the clique (Skrrt, skrrt)

Boy, you better keep your balance, step on my drip and trip