[Intro]

Free my lil' brother Shiesty, man

Ganger 4L, man, you know what the fuck goin' on

Stupid, let go, let go

Bro right there, you know what the fuck goin' on

Yeah, [?], yeah, [?], yeah

[Verse 1]

Veeze, you need to stop it, boy

You bruised that pop, it's too damn violent

Right now I'm on cloud nine, I ain't come back down [?]

Feel like I'm gettin' followed, I gotta take a few pics every times I'm shopping'

Boy, you don't know nothin' bout it

Red Givenchy sweater, I'm Mr.Rogers

Give me a bitch with no mileage

I'm thinkin' bout payin' tuition for college

I'm pouring' my akorn in public

I'm dressin' my cup like it's workin' at Target

These fuck niggas mad that I'm stunnin'

They hatеd on me and I started from nothin'

I'm tryna keep spoilin' my mom

She likе all the clothes that be comin' from London

[Chorus]

Life for us, to pop bottles

That one-of-ones, outside

Bank-roll big, it can't fold

Look like a pint, on my thighs

None of these bitches, my hoe

Hide your hoe, cause I'm slime

Lil' Veeze, he the worst

Fuck first night, then you blocked

[Verse 2]

I'm on the FaceTime with lil' Taurus

He said he just touchdowned in Norway

I told her to suck on her own titty

I pour up fours, I don't foreplay (Ha)

I got too high watchin' Scarface

I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' a Porsche today

I'm talkin' to bro like Tony

"I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' the world, mane"

I just met this lil' bitch yesterday

I'm fuckin' her like she my soulmate

That hoe, she got too many miles on her

That pussy in traffic like road rage

I'm runnin' so hard, fuck the club up

They fuck around, gon' have to renovate

She said she don't fuck with no broke niggas

I told that lil' bitch we twins today

[Chorus]

Life for us, to pop bottles

That's one-of-ones, outside

Bankroll big, it can't fold

Look like a pint on my thighs

None of these bitches my hoe

But watch your hoe, 'cause I'm slime

Girl, that's Veeze, he the worst

Fuck first night, then you blocked

[Verse 3]

Who you 'posed to be? Fake me, you imposter

I'm a lil' nigga heavyweight, I can spot ya

I don't like to beef, I hate cheese, make it nachos

Make his light green, bend his block, sayonara

I'm a pricey shopper, wear Celine, Balenciaga

I got pocket rockets, I'll pop a pocket watcher

You a follower, that's lil' bro, he in Margiela (Who that?)

What's to your mans? He rattle

I don't trust him, he might tattle (He a snitch, man)

[Post-Chorus]

Life for us, to pop bottles

That's one-of-ones gon' come outside

My bankroll big, it can't fold

Look like a pint on the side of my thigh

Ain't none of these bitches my hoe

But watch your hoe, because I'm slime

Girl, that's Veeze, he dead wrong

Fucked first night, then he blocked me

[Outro]

I don't give a fuck, bitch, you think I give a fuck?

You know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't ganger 4L, wavy, man

You know what the fuck goin' on, 4L

Let me hear that, folk