[Intro]
Feet in the sand, yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah
Feet in the sand, yeah
C'mon, c'mon

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, feet in the sand, yeah (Yeah)
Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
A-A-All these Xans wit' me
We can go up, yeah
We can go up, yeah
Feed off of envy
When we talk 'bout racks, I got plenty
We can go up, yeah
What, you want go up? (Slatt, slatt)
What, you want go up? Yeah
What, you want go up? Yeah, let me know

[Chorus]
Why you try to play like I ain't have it in me? Yeah
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up, yeah
We can go up
Wе can go up, yeah
What, you want go up? (C'mon)
[Verse 1]
New coupe, I swеar this shit fast, man, I swear this shit faster than the last one (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch, she was on my roster, but then that ho turned to a pass on
Ever since I got poppin', that ho started poppin' my phone, actin' like I'm gon' answer
I got personal hoes as my dancers
No Desiigner, got broads in Atlanta (C'mon)
It's some fuck n***a clickin' up, actin' like bitches, I told my twin, "Ho gon' be hoes"
Ask yo bitch 'bout the time I was fuckin' her so good, [?]
I just copped a new AMG inside of Arizona, and LA with the Rolls
Put the VS1 diamond whenever I get my picture, it look like I'm diggin' for gold
Trackhawk gon' take off fast, yeah
200, my dash, yeah (C'mon, c'mon)
I'm tryna roll up this blunt with my ashtray, it's makin' me mad
Walk inside of Louis, spent fifteen on fashion, that was yo last check
That bitch, she top five, take her top floor, I'm tryna smash that
600 could see the rackies with the blindfold

[Bridge]
(Yeah, blindfold, yeah)
(600 could see the rackies with the blindfold)
(Turn up, turn up, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, let's just count these bands, fifteen my fit, goddamn
D-D-DJ, run it back, the world up in my hands
She a party girl, wan' party on the dance floor
P-P-Pull up to my crib, what the fuck you got on pants for?
I make the new shit dance, woah (Like what?)
Copyright my stance (Copyright my stance)
I'm 'bout to chop shit, Lamb', ho
This shit never end
Just hope the G6 jammed on me, don't try that shit again
Yeah, don't let 'em inside my brain, woah, I don't follow no trend
[Chorus]
Why you try to play like I ain't have it in me? Yeah
I get to the chicken, to that play, every season
We can go up, yeah
We can go up
We can go up, yeah
What, you want go up?

[Refrain]
Yeah, f-f-feet in the sand, yeah (Hey)
T-T-Trips to Japan, yeah (Yeah)
All these Xans wit' me (No)
We can go up, yeah
We can go up

[Outro]
Blindfold
Feet in the sand, yeah
Trips to Japan, yeah
All these Xans wit' me
We can go up, yeah
We can go up (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)