[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I'm working on dying
Yeah

[Verse 1: Quadie Diesel & Lil Yachty]
Fucking on bitches, kicking them out
She keep on chatting, dick in her mouth
I got the P's, shipping them out
I just bailed out, ship me down south
Got a fat bitch, lift up her pouch
I love a FUPA, wavy like scuba
Take em to school, I'm Mister Cooper
We going federal, that bitch a trooper
Get to the money I'm Mansa Musa
Fuck all these bitches, like karma sutra
Watching my back, just like a loofah
Get the coin, just like I'm Parking
I work her art, like I was at parsons
He selling drugs, I want a portion
Different color drugs, I'm mighty morphin
It's quadie diesel the diesеl for scorching
It's quadie diesel thе diesel for torching

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yachty Guerrero I'm stacking a fortune
I lie cheat & steal always need me a portion
Wock in my cup yeah the grove and the Morton
Only hit nino cause n***as be shortin
Snitches in here go call up Orkin
Hole in his head now he look like a dorphin
Wait a minute, I mean dolphin
Nah I mean dope fiend
I done spent six figures flat just on codeine
This bitch keep bringing more friends I need more beans
I'm a get top in this bitch from this bitch like a sew in
Said he on go shit, fuck n***a go then
Keep switching sets on the gang he a ho then
He saw that clip from the car like a drive-in
He ain't coming outside then that n***a going die in
[Verse 3: Quadie Diesel]
28's, 16's, 10 packs
Know I talk numbers no can't get your shit back
Got a weak stomach end up with a shit bag
I keep the rabbit Food like a trick hat
Send a bitch home like I already hit that
I got the dome & she can't get her spit back
Fucking a black & white bitch like a mismatch
Know I be snapping Manhattan that's big facts
I got a blrrrdddd! like a motor
I wave a finger they flying i'm Yoda
I put the sugar & cream in the mocha
Bitch know I stand on it like a loafer
Got her legs wide like MJ on the poster
Came up off kale, lettuce & the okra
Keep it omertà like la costra nostra
We got the brown in like a toaster

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I fell in love with the cal tech
N***as dropped last month why they ain't sell yet
Why ya mans locked up and you ain't bail yet
My n***as locked up they got no bail yet
Woke up this morning like am I in hell yet
You never starved with ya mans you ain't there yet
Opps never slid on this side they ain't that dumb
And if they do I react with a shotgun
Sending them threats got me ready to pop sum'n
Lot of hoe n***as in rap but I'm not one
Barking online man them n***as the hot ones
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
N***a it's up can't let byegonez be byegonez
N***a it's up can't let byegonz be byegonez