| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah I’m riding round the city |
| In that whip getting dizzy |
| Got these strippers all bent |
| Givenchy fit with the Fendi |
| I’m way too drippy |
| And I’m stepping in that Ricky (Ricky) |
| I’m never slipping |
| No they not living how I’m living |
| We get way too litty |
| In and out the city |
| Flying out the country |
| You know I’mma get it |
| You know I’mma run it (Uh-huh) |
| Yeah and I ain’t ever stopping (Yeah) |
| You know how I’m rocking (Yeah) |
| We gon get it popping (Yeah) |
| Pop off and pop out |
| At my shows I rock out |
| I’m in that mode can’t stop now |
| I’m in that mode I can’t stop |
| I gotta get to that guap |
| I gotta get to that guap |
| Put them knots inside of my pocket |
| I been giving y’all sauce and I do not even be trying |
| Stop talking better be quiet |
| Stop acting like you that all that lil boy we know you lying |
| We know you was cap, boy stop acting like you bout it |
| You not really with the action (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| We could turn that boy to action (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| We could turn that boy to ashes |
| Put him in his casket |
| Send that body bag and wrap him (Yeah) |
| I’m blacking out I’m spazzing |
| Still snapping on 'em, all this drip I’m splashing on 'em |
| All this high fashion on 'em |
| All these bags I bag it on 'em |
| All these racks I stack it on 'em |
| Stack that cash then splash it on 'em |
| Pockets all fat them racks on 'em |
| Big racks big bands bussin out my pocket |
| In that big body benz and the whole clique sliding |
| Yeah you know they riding |
| Riding right behind me |
| If they try we gon pop 'em |
| We outside where they not at (Yeah) |
| Where they guap at |
| Got the drop and now they boxed in |
| Tick tick, time’s tocking |
| So you better come up off your block |
| Before we go and bomb it |
| Boom-boom, boom! |
| I’m bout to blast to the moon |
| Geeked up like I’m on shrooms |
| And I’m focused my vision on zoom (Boom!) |
| Zooming out the roof |
| Zooming out the car |
| Zooming out the coupe |
| Shooting to the stars |
| Hopping in that coupe |
| And I’m switching out the car |
| They just tryna do what I do |
| I had to tell them be who you are |
| (Uh, yeah, uh-uh-uh, uh) |