And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them

Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy
Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Don’t make me make another mama cry
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Do a trill, catch another body though
Guess these guys don’t realize
Real niggas live by the code
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Big Trippie keep it real witcha

I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
We jumpin’ niggas What is a one-on-one, nigga?
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird

Lil Boat (who else?)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
We run it, not opps
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Free my big brother out the prison cell
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Glock out, running we empty 12
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
Big 14, fuck the other side
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Burn out, burn out
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’

I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Thirty round in my Glock
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
Hundred niggas in your section
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
That red dot right between your eyes
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
You know what the fuck goin’ on
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die