Wheezy out here
Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche
Hop in the 'Rari, I put it in sport
Hop in the car and I ge-ge you more
Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford
Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I'm tippin' the door
Crank up that Z06 better than raw
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch you slow
I hopped out the cell, went straight on tour
Had a jet in the sky and I landed on shore
Pushed up in the foreign and it only got two doors

I'm drippin' in this waist, you see you got on that velour
Oh, no, see a n***a ain't keepin' up score
Rockstar, got long jackets hangin' to the floor
Gunna pulled up trippin' in the caracal the truck
Yeah
Outlined his body in chalk
Hardbody, n***a, I ain't soft
'Member I was trappin' on the porch
Campin' off pound that you bought
Money still callin' my phonе
Get to it early in the mornin'

Playin' with thе millions off a song
Got my n***as playin', that's a pussy hoe
She might get me playin', then the pussy hoe
The bitch actin' freak, say she really wanna taste it, so I let her taste it in the studio
My young n***a catch a case, he want M's like a Mason
Got framed so I took the bitch home
Hoppin' in and out of foreigns, two hundred on the dash, man, that little boy shit slow
Say them boys from the shadys, yeah, they came from the butt, now we finna take this shit glow
Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche
Hop in the 'Rari, I put it in sport
Hop in the car and I ge-ge you more
Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford
Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I'm tippin' the door
Crank up that Z06 better than raw
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch you slow
You don't need to take another one you already gave

Big thighs, I can see the bitch movin' with some weight
Drives by, got the bitch spinnin' at a different rate
Skyline up high, see the sun down, bae
I ain't really worried what the other n***a gotta say
Smashin' on the pedal, you can hear the ground shake
Ha-ha, when a n***a hit her, better be recordin' on the face
If I get on her face, I won't let up
He walk him up, that's why he check out the ghetto

She get on her knees and she do what I tell her
Your little buddy green, we gon' take him for next
I'ma put her in Louis 'cause she from the ghetto
I got on dark shades like I play the piano
Know you ain't 'bout your business, don't take you for real
You can see that we winnin', we ain't playin' fair
I ain't, I ain't no everything, get it, don't care
Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche
Hop in the 'Rari, I put it in sport
Hop in the car and I ge-ge you more
Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford
Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I'm tippin' the door
Crank up that Z06 better than raw
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch you slow