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[Intro]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Had to muhfuckin’ turn the muhfuckin’ light off
That’s what I had to do
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
Uh-huh
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
(Scrap, bitch don’t trip)
30, you a fool for this one
You can turn the headphones up
(’Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)

[Verse 1]
Slime (Slime)
The whole gang slime (Slime)
Pull up a sauna, I’m fine (Fine)
Reach in the bag, grab the iron (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Still rock the ice when I’m flyin’, uh (Ice)
If she ain’t fuckin’, she spyin’ (Fuckin’)
Niggas be hatin’ on gang (Gang)
Really just sound like they cryin’ (Bitch)
These niggas bit on the cap (Bitch)
Carl Ripley’s, I think they lyin’ (Cap)
These old niggas gettin’ washed (Huh)
They can buy every new watch (Mhm)
It still wouldn’t buy ’em more time (Gang)
I pick the drip, you get slimed, huh (Drip)
Don’t make the gang do a crime, huh (Drip)
Get em’ on cam like a Vine, huh (Drip)
Yeah

[Interlude]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Yeah nigga, you know what the fuck goin’ on nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
Niggas keep forgetting about who-
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
Niggas keep forgetting about who goddamn
Started this muhfuckin’ new wave shit, bruh
(Scrap, bitch don’t trip
‘Cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
Come on, man, give my respect, bitch

[Verse 2]
Yeah, smokin’ like hickory (Hick)
Stay with the stick for the trickery (Stick)
Pay my respect to keep taking the victories
Freddy went missin’, that shit was a mystery
Caught me a vibe, yeah a negative energy
Don’t be upset that I called you a mini-me
Keep me a Uzi, that shit be the minigun
Hunnid round clips, pop it right in the Tommy gun
My niggas shoot, they don’t do the octagon, yup
Spider drop out like Decepticon (Bitch)
Right at your crib while you’re eatin’ dinner (Bah)
Dressed in a mask like it’s Comic Con (Ho)
Twelve came in the hotel room (Hoo)
I like to sleep at the Palms (Shit)
Nut fill up to her gums (Shit)
All in her stomach like TUMS (Shit)

[Outro]
(Rollin’ in my pimpin’, ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said what I said nigga
(Might beat the chest then the beat the soul
I’m takin’ the rest to drop off, too)
And I’m a eight-figure, muhfuckin’ twenty-one year old millionaire
Ain’t got no kids either
(Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stainin’)
Ain’t no bitch gon’ trick me out my dollar
(Scrap, bitch don’t trip ’cause I’m equipped with that pistol grip)
Ain’t takin’ care of none of these dry-hair bitches with kids, nigga

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD & Future]
I remember math class, I ain’t do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify ’em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin’ money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don’t give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don’t give no fuck ’cause I’m gon’ make that shit back, yeah, uh
I’m gon’ make that shit back, yeah

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love
Talkin’ that shit, you get thrown like a double or hundred in the strip club
All of my niggas gettin’ money all day, I told ya, I told ya
You don’t want no problems, I’m with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
.150 with me, with me, choppers with me, with me
Tell ’em come get me, get me
That lil’ bitch need to suck my dick, won’t give her no kissy, kissy
Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hicky, hicky
Woo, she a thotty thats a icky, Vicky
Wishin’ for that burner feel like Tiimmy, Tiimmy

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I remember math class, I ain’t do shit, I was just Xanned out
Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now
Niggas try to cross me, I crucify ’em like that preacher, oh
All my niggas gettin’ money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Gucci on my feet, uh
Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah
But I don’t give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh
I made that shit back, yeah, uh
Dior on my outfit
Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah
I don’t give no fuck ’cause I’m gon’ make that shit back, yeah, uh
I’m gon’ make that shit back, yeah

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
When I put that shit on, I can walk in the sky
Danny told gang if he lie to your eye
‘Cause them folks lose it, they start switchin’ sides
Cussin’ went down, all I could say was, “Damn”
Told him you gotta cut loose of your ties
Said this here way before niggas was on
I said this shit back when it was the rise
The whip’s gettin’ bigger, the hoes gettin’ badder
The bag’s gettin’ factor
Don’t gotta take shit now, it’s with you, jurassic
Gettin’ tatted on E, check the before and after
LL Cool with your main ho, oh
Gotta get head like a Kangol, oh
Gotta keep a stick like the Jenga, uh
I don’t give a fuck what you say ’bout me
I’m a real nigga ’til the day I die
Real ass niggas, they fuck with me
I’m a young nigga with a pole in the club
Call Big Twon, put a hole in a scrub
Pussy ass nigga, stop playin’ with me
Nigga mad his main bitch layin’ with me
On the internet, boy, that ain’t G

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All at the Grove, yeah (Lil Boat)
Hot as a stove, yeah (Yeah)
Breakin’ the bank down (Breakin’ the bank)
My bitch from the Nolia (My bitch from the Nolia)
Whippin’ the whip ’round (Whippin’ the whip)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Bitch from the Nolia (Shawty, she been)

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
She got a Benz coupe with a Jeep
She might affect you when you speak
She got a gimp suit, it’s for me
I don’t pretend to, gotta beat
She kinda slim-thick, she a freak
She got a friend too, and she eats
Suck my 10’2″ once a week
I got a life, she don’t intervene
No longer Sprite, still sippin’ lean
Gold on ice, enter in immediately
Bling goin’ blaow, regular procedure
I’m in the clouds right now
Out of precedin’ with the precedings, baby, we decent
Jump out of step
Your bitch out the Nolia, my bitch out the MILF
Have it controlled when I run out of breath
Walk in the forum and bust in the skrip
Then we preform and take us a trip
Bitch out of Inglewood with the sip
That’s who been servin’ me every rip
I just went vroom, huh, in a ‘Vette
Jumped in a Cadillac CTS
Headed to H-Town, GPS
You gon’ be seein’ me on TV next

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All at the Grove, yeah
Hot as a stove, yeah (Yeah)
Breakin’ the bank down (Breakin’ the bank)
My bitch from the Nolia (My bitch from the Nolia)
Whippin’ the whip ’round (Whippin’ the whip)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Bitch from the Nolia (Shawty, she been)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
I’ma make your name hot (Hot)
He no seein’ thot
Brother called my phone from jail (Called my phone)
Send his ass a green dot (Dot)
He talk down, nigga talked down, get hit with the green dot (Dot)
I’ll drop my damn top (Skrrt)
This too easy
These rap niggas cheesy
I’ma fuck that bitch like a dog, that bitch act sleezy
And I know she need me
My bitch from the Nolia, just like Lil Weezy
Eatin’ on linguine
She off a beanie (Pop), but she still full alert
Glock 13-y, she can tuck it right in her skirt
Rub my wood (Rub my wood)
Just like a genie (Just like a genie)
Make ’em go poof (Make ’em go—)
Just like Houdini (Just like Houdini, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
All at the Grove, yeah (Lil Boat)
Hot as a stove, yeah (Yeah)
Breakin’ the bank down (Breakin’ the bank)
My bitch from the Nolia (My bitch from the Nolia)
Whippin’ the whip ’round (Whippin’ the whip)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Shawty, she been down (Shawty, she been)
Bitch from the Nolia (Shawty, she been)

Fucked, then I want ya
Looked, then I loved ya
Stuck, now I need ya
Hopin’ I’d see ya
Touch and I feel how
Much can you see her, no
Hiding all your features, sliding down the filter
Show me, you just in the middle
Don’t be hiding what you thinkin’ ’bout

I’ve been fucked and I want ya, I can’t even text ya
‘Cause my fingers ain’t working, but my heart is
If you wanna let me know where you hiding
I could come and love (I could come and love)
I could come and love (I could come and love ya)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love ya)

What did I tell ya? Typo said I loved ya
Didn’t mean what I was saying
No, I wasn’t playing, just confused
Was tryna play it smooth
Start spinnin’ in this room
In this state, I think I’m too
This state, I think I’m too

‘Cause I’m fucked and I want ya, I can’t even text ya
‘Cause my fingers ain’t working, but my heart is
If you wanna let me know where you hiding
I could come and love (I could come and love)
I could come and love (I could come and love ya)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love ya)

I know it’s taking all your strength to keep it straight
‘Cause you got different things replacing
All the feelings that you’ve felt
Know you’re seeing it for yourself
Where’s the shame? No shame in what you need

Fucked and I want ya, I can’t even text ya
‘Cause my fingers ain’t working, but my heart is
If you wanna let me know where you hiding
I could come and love (I could come and love)
I could come and love (I could come and love ya)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love)
I could come and love ya (I could come and love ya)