[Intro]
(Uh) Uh, drop-top and it come up (What?)
I dropped out then I came up (What?)

[Chorus]
I dropped out then I came up
I went down then I got up
Dropped it on a Hummer
On the block 'til the sun up (What?)
Told my bih', "Don't wait up" (What?)
I get home then kill her (What?)
I go Bryson Tiller (Beep)
Shawty want a dealer
I'm a drug-dealer (What?)
Got more gas than a dealer
Pop more pills than a killer
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Take her out then I kill her
Shawty want a n***a with them racks, I'm that n***a (What?)

(Verse 1: sawyer)
Yeah, all these motherfuckers talking shit like why you dissin?
Snakes in the grass, yeah i hear them bitches hissin
She ain't want me then so i told the bitch just listen
I got drugs in my blood, all this codeine bitch im pissin
Dropping out of college, fuck the school i ain't goin' back (ain't goin' back)
All these motherfuckers jealous of me, that shit wack
I could never lack, yeah
Know i keep my mack, yeah
How you gon' be ugly and you hatin?, bitch you fat (yeah)
How you gon' be claiming that you gang and then you rat?
And you know you all talk, all these bitches do is chat (yeah)
MP5, Glock 9, Draco make you splat (yeah)
All these motherfuckers say they gang but they not slatt!
[Chorus]
I dropped out then I came up
I went down then I got up
Dropped it on a Hummer
On the block 'til the sun up (What?)
Told my bih', "Don't wait up" (What?)
I get home then kill her (What?)
I go Bryson Tiller (Beep)
Shawty want a dealer
I'm a drug-dealer (What?)
Got more gas than a dealer
Pop more pills than a killer
Michael Jackson, Thriller
Take her out then I kill her
Shawty want a n***a with them racks, I'm that n***a

(Verse 2: sawyer)
Yeah
Shawty talkin' bout she want a man who got the bag
Shawty talkin' bout she want a man who got that cash (yeah)
In a hellcat, 18-0 on the dash
Whip dey be too fast, yeah i think im bouta crash
Bitches tryna pop a pill, straight up out my stash
Don't send me yo mixtape, yeah that shit was trash
Im a freaky motherfucker, i would eat some ass
See a bad bitch, and you know im finna smash (yeah)
(Verse 3: Playboi Carti)
They don't wanna send me a bag (What? What?)
So I just left (What?)
I'm on the top with the GOATs, hey (What?)
I'm on the top with the pros, huh (What?)
I'm on the top with the coach, yeah (What?)
I'm on the top with the coach, ooh (What?)
Yeah, it's Carti, you smellin' me, uh (What?)
Yeah, I'm smokin' Penelope, ooh (What?)
Yeah, the bitch put a spell on me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, she gave me some melody, ooh (What?)
Yeah, gave me some melody (What?)
Yeah, gave me some melody (What?)
C-A-R-T-I, bitch, yeah, just like a spelling bee, ooh (What?)
Yeah, I ran through the check, bitch, bitches be tellin' me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, you is just a thot, bitch, n***as be tellin' me, ooh (What?)
Yeah, I can't fuck with opps, bitch, I know they be tellin', yeah, ooh (What?)