[Intro]
AYE! AYE!
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks just let [?]
Jimmy choo, baby pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's a good [?]
Ohh, mama mia
We scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bust down, i'ma walk in freezer
In the trap serve a n***a like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her

[Verse 1]
Riding 'round in my two seater
With a bad bitch, hold my new heater
Drop the top, it's a coupe
So everything brand new
Know some young n***as they go dumb n***a come hit you out the blue
Cook a n***a like stew
And act like they ain't never knew
I be on my P&Q's
'Cause most these n***as bad fruit
So my circle fruit loop
Run up on me i'll shoot
Louis V runners these ain't Loub's
You couldn't walk in my shoes
Don't be dumb, knock out a deuce
Think he got something to prove
Whipping up, Amber
All black, panther
Clips long, ladders
They smoking, they quitting the cancer
Ball like a n***a is cancer
Everyone looking for answers
Yeah them youngins just wrapped the whole boat load
So much snow need a snow ball
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks just less Saint Laurent
Jimmy choo, baby pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's a good [?]
Ohh, mama mia
We scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bust down, i'ma walk in freezer
In the trap serve a n***a like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her

[Verse 2 - WhyG]
Look at my neck, so much new freezer (ah)
Look at my wait, so much new heaters (ah) (lah)
I run him down (lah, lah!)
I hit him up with this new heater (ah!)
What the fuck wrong with these peeons
They don't know WhyG a demon (i am!)
My trap booming like Ikea (it is!)
Pop a four two liters
I'ma pull up on these peeons (lah!)
I bet he have a seizure
I'm hit him (ah, ah, ah!) up with his nina
Yeah, 60 my nina (ah) it's a glizza (ah)
(lah, lah, lah)
And your son's my step son
Wass gang all we know is redruM
Circle your block with a big drum
She ate my dick (ah, ah) like it was aurora
My habad come from Austria
I wet him up like saliva, or a deep diver
Abaha Wuss when you see me, ahh
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Crossed the plug, hot sauce
Had to cut him off, they knock off
Had to pull up, drop top
Closed casket, can't open the top
Body bag, this ain't what he want
New racks just less Saint Laurent
Jimmy choo, baby pick what you want
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He's a good [?]
Ohh, mama mia
We scoring like FIFA
Fifty rounds sing like he Bieber
Cold heart, dirty heater
Bust down, i'ma walk in freezer
In the trap serve a n***a like Boston Pizza
Big bands, I don't swipe, Visa
She fucked me so good that I might keep her