[Intro: OsamaSon & Gunna]
(Run up, what, what) What they talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, he slime)
(What he—) What they talkin' 'bout? (Slime shit, oh, hoe, yeah)
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
(Hold up)
JPG my jacket (Hold up)
I don't do shit for the faggots (No)
Bitch touchin' me on acid
Had to tell the bitch I don't have it (Hold up)
I don't do shit for the fags
I was still ridin' around with that static
Bitch tryna push up, got racks on floor
I flex first, then fuck your hoe
Ran up a hundred plus, let's go
Told lil' Stef we hittin’ the road

[Verse: OsamaSon]
Changing, then I'm shooting that show
Poured up four, uh, ball
(Let's go, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What)
GLE truck, AP, it got fifty heater
Bad bitch, she a fuckin' eater
I got keys, we no Alicia
SRT, this not a lease, no
Bad bitch wanna know what he on
I don't worry 'bout no fuckin' peons
Post up, I'm like, “Pull up, Teon”
I got flights to be on
I went up and beyond
Bitch, I'm not no Nissan
With slime still pourin' up, yeah
I got a double cup, hell
I been flexin' all damn year
I got Swishers on your nose
And my six hoes, they on the shelf
Hopped out the hood, had to look for help
Dior cologne gon' catch my smell
This bitch text me, “Go to hell”
Had a lean cup and the packs, oh yeah
I'm not psycho, no
Boy, you saw how much
Boy, you saw how much
[Chorus: OsamaSon]
(Hold up)
JPG my jacket (Hold up)
I don't do shit for the faggots (No)
Bitch touching me on acid
Had to tell the bitch I don't have it (Hold up)
I don't do shit for the fags
I was still ridin' around with that static
Bitch tryna push up, got racks on floor
I flex first, then fuck your hoe
Ran up a hundred plus, let's go
Told lil' Stef we hittin' the road