From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)

[Verse]
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
[Chorus]
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)

No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)

Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)

[Chorus]
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
[Intro]
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)