[Intro: Wifigawd]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

Ayy, woah, damn, damn, uh

[Chorus: Wifigawd]

Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)

Margiela, uhh (Uhh)

She hit my phone, hey

Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)

Let me smoke my dope, ayy

Then I get behind (Then I get behind)

No safety on that iron, hey

So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')

Looking through the scope, ayy

They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)

Crackin' like a goat (Goat)

Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)

Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low)

I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low)

I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!)

Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there

Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there

For the dope right there

[Verse 1: Wifigawd]

Walk inside the trap, Raf Simon on me (Them some racks)

Got a big clique, feel that Glick on me (Boom)

Trigger finger itch and my clip on me (Boom)

I don't do a bitch, prolly snitch on me (Snitch)

Hold up, I be steady flexin', never swellin', I'm just killing shit

You don't get my message, I'm not stressin', you a stupid bitch (Yeah Yeah Yeah)

I got model bitches, out in New York, on some vintage shit (Wassup?)

When I go to Cali 'migo got me smokin' cookie

Gotta keep a hood bitch, yeah

And she super thick, yeah

And she suck my dick, yeah

And she making flips

I can't believe this, ayy

I'm a genius, ayy (How? How?)

Had to skip school, ayy

So I can make flips, ayy

Benjamin Tre flips, bitch

I'm at the place, flip, bitch

Why the faking?

Ayy, U-P-T shit, ayy

To the Southside, ayy

I been outside (Outside, outside, outside)

I been making plays

I stay on my grind (Bitch!)

[Chorus: Wifigawd]

Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)

Margiela, uhh (Uhh)

She hit my phone, hey

Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)

Let me smoke my dope, ayy

Then I get behind (Then I get behind)

No safety on that iron, hey

So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')

Looking through the scope, ayy

They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)

Crackin' like a goat (Goat)

Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)

Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low)

I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low)

I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!)

Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there

Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there

For the dope right there

[Verse 2: Sickboyrari]

Ayy, I pop tags, ayy

Ayy, throw it in the bag, ayy (The bag, bag)

While I'm smokin', smokin' gas, hold up (Gas gas)

Right on Georgia Ave, ayy (I don't talk)

All the time, real aggressive, ayy

With Marcy Mane he needa restroom, ayy

I'm poppin' shit like Smith & Wesson, ayy

Know the movie match the fit (Brrr)

Hopping out, shit, looking like a brick

Air Max, so I kick

I ain't rockin' no Rick's, ayy

Ayy, shining on my stunner shit, ayy

Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit, ayy

Ayy, yeah, the burna match the fit

[Chorus: Wifigawd]

Yves Saint Laurent, ayy (Laurent)

Margiela, uhh (Uhh)

She hit my phone, hey

Soon as I'm done (Soon as I'm done)

Let me smoke my dope, ayy

Then I get behind (Then I get behind)

No safety on that iron, hey

So you know I'm firin', hey (So you know I'm firin')

Looking through the scope, ayy

They say I'm the G.O.A.T (Boom!)

Crackin' like a goat (Goat)

Okay, yeah, let's go (Let's go)

Right on Georgia Ave, where the arms be hittin' (Got it for the low)

I be servin' swag, bitch, I got it for the low, ayy (Got it for the low)

I be poppin' tags, Gucci, Goyard, and some mo'

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah!)

Ain't no street nigga, you got licked right there

Couldn't hit my line, that's a serve right there

For the dope right there

Aye, aye, aye