作词 : Brandon Briscoe/Untius Beatty/Kemontre Fitzpatrick/Azzan Nasir Porter/Caleb Rollins/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.

作曲 : Brandon Briscoe/Untius Beatty/Kemontre Fitzpatrick/Azzan Nasir Porter/Caleb Rollins/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.

Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

Oh, let's go (Bitch-ass nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I shoot at it, go (Bitch-ass nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let's go (Bitch-ass nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah), blatt, blatt, blatt

My bitch got no swag, I style her, I put her down

My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down

I was at the dinner table puffin' out them clouds

When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down

When I touchdown, I get lonely, need drugs on me now

Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown

Tony Montana, got hit up with that round

All this ****in' drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown

All this ****in' drip, all this ****in' drip

Bitch, I'm in SoHo, I look like a lick

Post up in SoHo, I ride with the trip

Like how she walk, how she moving her hips

Real slime bitch, only gave her the tip

Real fly young nigga, walk with the drip

Hold up, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches all on my dick

Yeah, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken, I'm stackin' this shit

Young nigga ball like the Knicks, it's like 3 p.m., this my third fit

On that CPN, punch for the drip, need a VPN to cop this shit

Need a VPN to text your bitch 'cause she in here with us and we lit

Yeah, in here with us and we lit

Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit

Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit

Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit

Yeah, your ho in here with us and we lit

Yeah, your bitch in here with us and we lit, yeah

I got 50, 50, 50, 50, 50, all on my clip

I put Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick, all on my fit

Designer all over my fit

You cannot hang with the gang, you don't fit

I'm fresh as shit, I got the stick

Niggas be talkin', they know I'm legit

I'm havin' racks, I drop that shit on Prada

Bitch, I'm the one like a dollar

My bitch bad like a toddler

I'm tryna stack my racks taller

.57 on me and it's tucked

I'm with my shooter, yeah, he actin' bloody

Lil' Barti can't kick the cup

My bitch got no swag, I style her, I put her down

My momma super stressed, I gotta go get it, can't hold down

I was at the dinner table puffin' out them clouds

When I'm out in Houston, need a pack when I touch down

When I touchdown, I get lonely, need drugs on me now

Draco shoot your face in paint, that shit look like a clown

Tony Montana, got hit up with that round

All this ****in' drip, ain't got no float, your ass gon' drown