[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I'm goin' in debt, I spend racks on my baby
We poppin' tags, we do that on the daily
They want my soul, they wan' put me on safety
I ain't goin' for that, I won't let them boys take me
I'm wildin' out, I'm goin' crazy, I feel like Boosie
Stick with a fully automatic, it rip your torso
Wrap all the bricks, ayy, T, drop these off
Made a hundred on hundred, I'm ballin' out like John Wall

[Verse 1: Rich Amiri]
I can show you how to move, how to finesse
I head to Georgia, I'm whippin' a Corvette
She tryna seduce me, be kissin' on my neck, yeah
Fuck about a plaque, I want hundred-fifty stacks
Your wallet ain't 'bout none, that shit smokin' mids, yeah
Wodie caught two bodies, that's two TEC's
Put my side ho under covers, bae like, "Who here?"
I ain't sayin' sorry, but I hope you hear, bae, I hope you hear

[Chorus: Rich Amiri & Lil Tecca]
I'm goin' in debt, I spend racks on my baby
We poppin' tags, we do that on the daily
They want my soul, they wan' put me on safety
I ain't goin' for that, I won't let them boys take me
I'm wildin' out, I'm goin' crazy, I feel like Boosie
Stick with a fully automatic, it rip your torso
Wrap all the bricks, ayy, T, drop these off
Made a hundred on hundred, I'm ballin' out like John Wall (Woah)
[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Bitch, don't talk to me, yeah, you know what it cost to me, yeah
It's not even wrong to me, yeah, that bitch don't belong to me, for real
All my mans don't care how you feel
Yeah, I've been good, don't care if you feel
We in the stu', hoes up in there
This where I link, I don't live here
Woah, still on four-by-four
Yeah, still don't do photos
Woah, still don't know this ho
How she on my caller? Got no ID on the caller
I ain't never been baller, no, I ain't never seen nada, yeah
Before the bag, yeah, that bitch said I'm wavy
Get high all day, now this ho said I'm lazy
Told ‘em I do this shit, they said I'm crazy
It's fuck my past, but I know that shit made me

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I'm goin' in debt, I spend racks on my baby
We poppin' tags, we do that on the daily
They want my soul, they wan' put me on safety
I ain't goin' for that, I won't let them boys take me
I'm wildin' out, I'm goin' crazy, I feel like Boosie
Stick with a fully automatic, it rip your torso
Wrap all the bricks, ayy, T, drop these off
Made a hundred on hundred, I'm ballin' out like John Wall