[Intro]

Man, now they go (Ayo)

I cut off some friends, where they go? (Did this shit in one take, ayo)

I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Ayo, that's that fire shit, nigga, ayo)

Fuck these niggas, man, man, man, man (Run it, run it)

[Verse 1]

Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle

Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango

Shotgun grape, he look like mayo

Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp

We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo

Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo

Swampy niggas out the bayou

Pockets flooded, y'all be dilute

Watered down, I'm Big Mac

I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget

Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage

Financial advisor buggin', Flower Boy is buzzin'

Grammy-nominated, tell yo' cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with him

[Chorus]

Man, now they go (Agh)

I cut off some friends, where they go?

I stick to the plan, that's the goal

Fuck these niggas, man, that's for sure (Say)

[Verse 2]

Uno the shoe, red with the blue

Look like a flag, what the fuck it do? (Yuh, yuh)

Golf be the set, no more OF

Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck (Woo)

Give a fuck about you or your respect

Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades

But I made the cut like I pack a blade

You could call me Brush, I've been makin' waves

Since Ashley Banks' cousin had a fade

But that's '92, I'm '91 (Hey)

Watts Riot in my blood, nigga, what's up

And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup

Lemonade, yeah it's Minute Maid

I been gettin' paid, pockets gainin' weight

Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but

That's up to you, haha

[Chorus]

Man, now they go (I ain't fuckin' with none of these niggas, man)

I cut off some friends, where they go? (Yeah, give these niggas information, nigga)

I stick to the plan, that's the goal (Now we never fucking stop)

Fuck these (Ayo) niggas, man, that's for sure (Ayo)

[Verse 3]

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me

Skin glowin', clear of acne (Yuh)

Diamonds see-through, so holographic

Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey

Spent dinero like Taxi Driver (Skrrt!)

Handmade is that thing with tires

But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me

And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah

(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation, he will go grab the iron

And he do what I says like Simon

(No violence)

And my bitch mixed like jambalaya (Yeah)

Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan

Bitch, you a bum, see, you don't understand

Yeah, I cut off some friends, "T, where you been?"

Bitch, I'm in Bel-Air, been lookin' for land

Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool

Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand

Got enough rocks, see, check my hand

And I got crack, watch how I talk

And it's still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark (Sike)

Wallace still trippin' on shit that I bought

But I really do not care the cost 'cause...

[Outro]

Man, now they go

I cut off some friends