Turn up with Lil Yachty Thugger, Thugger, babe Trouble Man, aka T.I.P., yeah Bankroll Mafia, YSL, Lil Duke, slat R.I.P. to Troupe You better run, we gon' come for you My I.V. is red like thermometers I f** on that b**h like a p**n star Hit me up when I'm on tour I'mma unlock the card if you want it We gon' f** on that girlif she ballin' These lil' n***as not eatin', they boney Her best friend got her goin' and goin' I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie I don't know where you get your facts at, n***a But you come in half-a**ed, I'mma max that n***a Catch is a** in my hood, I'mma tax that n***a If he run, give you ten if you catch that n***a You know you don't really want my crew to attack, n***a I'll fire ya a** up, you can ask that n***a Nah, I bet you'd rather @ that n***a Beefin' all on Instagram and Snapchat with him Just yesterday I was a young crack dealer When the trap was slow I put it on the fast track, n***a Aiming for eight figures shot, pa** that n***a Set the world on fire, where your match at, n***a? AKOO and Hustle Gang did thirty somethin' million Another seven off of television, put that with it Now can you match that, n***a? And we ain't even talkin' 'bout my rap track, n***a I'm paid, fresh out the bank I make that lil' money look less than you think Yeah you think you got more, ain't as much as you think When you see than I am everything that you ain't Like a stand-up guy and a real n***a s**a a** n***a, don't deal with him I had a bunch of solid n***as standin' with me in the trap Eighteen years later and I'm still with 'em I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie I love all my n***as, I ride for my homies They keep it one hunnid, can't lie to my homies Eatin' on turkey now, no b-bologna Still gainin' weight and we 'bout to go tourin' We really rich n***as, we hop in the foreign n***a you play and get shot by the mornin' Spray a whole hundred shots with no warnin' Bales and them scales, before rap I was rich Still hit them blocks, all up in the dead end This a cold world, I've lost so many friends So many fakes, I don't want no more friends Stack all this money and count all the yams Used to move weight and ain't talkin' 'bout no gem Rubber band racks by the ten now Used to be broke, went from bucket to Benz I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie Spent the whole eight on my chain Don't you diss, speak on my name I'm the same n***a, ain't sh** changed Never got far with the p**y n***a thing No we are not the same, stay in your lane These n***as leasin' their rings, it ain't what you think This n***as actin' like they're so hard Make a p**y n***a park my car All these p**y n***as try to sound like me sh**, they won't get too far Lil' Boat Ooh, mil', hundo Yellow, purp, that drank though Pull up on the set with a b**h so bad Every n***a want her back though My name known in the hood Like a mothaf**in' stop on a back door I don't even need no Bankroll Just get wet for the zeros Aww yeah, yeah, yeah Bankroll my Mafia I put on that gold like Gaddafi, yeah I ride 'round, I'm juugin' at 9 a.m. (God) (Bankroll my Mafia) (Bankroll my Mafia) I'm in a foreign car, she in another car I pull up to the job, I walk in her job And cum in her jaw like shotta Se pasa en mi casa Ain't lookin' over, I'm leanin' over Your b**h want it, she fienin', homie I got stripes like a zebra, homie I'm laughin' like a hyena, homie