[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah, yeah)
Woah (Pew, pew), yeah

[Verse]
Whole lotta money, flyin' out to the club, if the bitch ain't got ass off rip, she a dub (Yeah, yeah)
You could just tell that I had money off the way I dress, lil' bitch, ain't a scrub (Yeah, come on, yeah)
Alyx on the AF1's, four pockets on the jacket just told hold my hun's (Let's go, lil' bitch)
I'm a real Sossboy, you could tell by the pants, pressure surrounding my lungs, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Cross on the jacket, ain't no bitch could play me (Yeah, yeah), bitch, I'm a punk, ain't nothing could phase me (Come on, let's go)
HMA like I got it from Migo (Woah, woah), rock these brands, like, I swear they should pay me (Pay me, bitch)
Chrome Hearts dorks (Yeah), I got bones on the Kapital shorts (Woah, woah)
I could drop two tapes and they still want more, hoppin' on stage and they screamin', of course
Lightin' my blunt, bitch, I mean that torch (Woah)
Yeah (Yeah), me and some people, we fell through (What?)
And the pieces comin' in by the mail too (What?), Noah told me they paid for a walkthrough (Yeah, yeah)
Wake up and treat it like the Met Gala 'cause I'm puttin on Rick that I'm gettin' for free (Yeah, that's facts)
I'm part of generation fuck you, they wearin' pieces that I used to wear, guaranteed
Make a bitch my Playboy bunny (Let's go), flyin' to the side of town where it's sunny (Let's go)
Wanna rob my jewelry when she fuck me (Woah), I'm the devil but no one above me (Ha)
My boys with me so stop tryna press me (Pew), if you got problems with me then text me (Bah, bah)
I ain't "lil' bro" the way you address me (Pew), bitch, I'm hotter and better don't stress me (Bah, bah)