[Intro]
(Well, boys, we hit the Jackpot this time) Yeah
(Yeah) Ayy, Hoops
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Yeah, trap out a big body
Young ni**a pull up with sticks, we gon' hit 'bout it
Ain't askin' nobody name, man, we shootin' out the real body
Ain't askin' no questions, I just come to hit
When I'm in the booth, man, I'm droppin' a hit
When they make a diss, I'ma get that boy hit
My diamonds, they hit, your b*tch get hit
ni**a, I'ma shoot, I'm a young rich stepper, who the fu*k is you?
Pull on they block, I got the birds
Pull up in that Porsche Panamera and you know what we do
We hittin' off the rip, I ain't doin' no talkin' to you
Turn that boy just to a ghost like Casper
The Lambo or the Urus, which one go faster?
I'm all in the club, the Perc' is kickin' my ass
I'm boolin' on ZaZa, you know I got gas
This not a trick question, you reach for my chain, I'ma blast
Bad ass b*tch with a fake ass
Cookie cocaine, straight glass
I got them hitters that blitz and they comin' for nothin'
These ni**as be snitchin', they droppin' a dime off a dozen
Hit, hit, hit, I got the AR-15 with the glick
SRT, mini man ninety, spark at it, book at it, diamonds, the Cartier rich
I came up from trappin' and sellin' them bricks
Finesse the whole world, you can't have sh*t
How in the fu*k did he go and do this?
Ice on my bezels, the top of the wrist
Two-tone the medal, I rock out and rockstar his b*tch
Big Draco, baby, you know I'm the sh*t