[Intro: Lil Yee]
Hold on, run that shit back
(Reece, take em' to church)
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 poppin' 'cause she out of here (Out of here)
I'm a star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here (I'm out of here)
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Verse 1: Lil Yee]
N***as be bitin', my swag (Swag), pullin my dick (Oh), I call him son, son (Son, son)
I be investin' in war for me and my brothers (Yeah), I bought some more guns (Bought some more guns)
Make sure your head on the swivel, when playin' your cards and act like you know somethin' (Act like you know somethin')
Hate when a n***a be beggin' and bitchin' and boastin', you can't hold nothin' (You can't hold nothin')

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I put that shit on her, be draped up in Fendi, she know I'm a star, so she lovin' my image
I'm pushin' that 'Rari, this shit not a lemon, I'm servin' that candy and servin' that lemon
On two different 'shrooms, n***a, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo
We smackin' shit, you know we aim for the temple
We whackin' shit, turn your lil' bitch to a widow
Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle
They abstinent, they never fought with a pistol
We havin' it, we make a storm, fuck a drizzle
We after it, pull up with cannons and missiles
I'm on gin and 1942, bitch, I'm out of here (I'm out of here)
Runnin' up paper, all my weed infused, nothin' but clouds in here (Clouds in here)
Louie V, she got Marc Jacobs on, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)
N***a better have all of that pape' he owe me or he'll get downed in here (Downed in here)
[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 poppin' 'cause she out of here (Out of here)
I'm a star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here (I'm out of here)
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
She tell me I'm rude, but not 'cause my jacket, she know I be mixin' that shit with the Ricky
I'm Allen Iverson, ain't go to practice, but still I can pull up and drop a whole fifty
My brother been sippin' that shit for a decade, I told him, "Slow down, that shit fuck up his kidneys"
I tried to tell n***as, "You might live longer, hatin' on me? Go find you some business"
I'm pumpin' gas with my stick in my hand, I'm only poppin' this shit 'cause I can
I'm so out of here, some shit I can't tell the 'Gram, I got shit from Japan
She like molly, mixed up with the water, let's go molly world (Let's go molly world)
Outer space, I'm in a GLS, let's get out of here (Let's get out of here)
Brand new Rollie, I won't bust it down, 'less them diamonds real ('Less them diamonds real)
Don't like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you'll get robbed in here (You'll get robbed in here)

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
She on bars (Bars), 8215 poppin' 'cause she out of here (Out of here)
I'm a star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here (I'm out of here)
She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)
Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here (Get out of here)

[Outro: Lil Yee]
Bitch, get out of here (Out of here)
Out of here (Out of here)