Dun Deal, C4, fuck nigga
Niggas drop salt and rice
Fuck round and hop out Gatti
4 Bombs Baby, Blatt
Dun Deal, ayy, Migos
Know what Im sayin everything we do is mafia, you know?
Everything we ta-talk is saucy, you know?
Every bitch we fuck with bossy, bossy, bossy, you know?
You hear me darlin? 
Yeah I got a whole lotta syrup 
And we got a whole lotta Molly 
Today I put some red in a Sprite 
And I got a whole lotta Jollys 
And I got my dogs all with me 
And you know they all spoiled rotten 
And I got some reading glasses on, uh 
And I seen right through ya body, yeah 
Ride it til you catch a child, uh 
How the hell a snake drop spiders? Uh
Pockets filled up like the wallets, uh
Smokin OG fuck broccoli, uh
She asked me, Did I ever fuck shawty? Uh
She asked me bout some head in the Rari, uh
Did she ever hide in the closet? Uh, uh, uh 
Pour me up syrup, pop a Perc
Then show a loss of urge, then run into the herbs
Ima drive the Spur cause the fuckin Rolls Royce so big, gotta park it on the curb 
And I gotta real big bag off a whole lotta pounds and a whole lotta birds 
And I gotta whole lotta gangstas and a whole lotta killas and a whole lotta nerds, yeah 
And I gotta whole lotta money and I count that shit like a motherfuckin clerk 
I done fucked a whole lotta hoes and I hope made everyone of em squirt, yeah
And I seen the Migos today, yeah
And they said Culture for life, yeah 
And they got the number one album, ooh
And I told em all Im excited, ooh 
And I told em all that they righteous, ooh 
All you gotta do is be with Christ 
Niggas drop salt and rice 
All it did was make me precise 
Nigga done gon gone off red 
Now a nigga feelin like Yachty, yeah 
Nigga got drips on drips, yeah
Fuck round and hop out the Gotti 
Yeah I got ice on ice 
Then I put a bitch on white 
Told the bih to ride my pegs 
Told the bih to ride my bike 
And I got money in the streets 
Mama gotta keep it on fleek 
Coupe got suede in the seats 
Fishtail glazing the streets 
Clear frames on, Urkel 
Two styrofoam, purple 
None of my niggas workers 
Gangstas all in the circle 
Shoot at your shell, turtle 
Shoot at your body and head, hurtle 
I got the Molly and Percocets, serve em 
I got the Molly and Percocets, serve em 
Big bills, big way 
Cook it up, soufflé, 
Beat it up, by Quay 
3K, Andre 
My bitch, she slay 
AK dont play 
On top, too paid 
Big tab, I pay
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, uh
All of my brothers got 30s, uh
Left hand squeeze like Curry, uh
My niggas bossin, not workers 
Two cup drank, real dirty, uh
Catch your lil bitch, came from South Alabama
I told her that pussy so perfect 
She tried to fuck me, no condom 
Thats how I know that bitch dirty 
Across the border, my phone got no service
You barely just touchin the surface 
I put that bitch on the Perky, her titties is perky
I got that bitch suckin for certain
None of my niggas is hurtin, uh
Im bout them Franklins like Kirk did, uh 
Young nigga flexing on purpose, uh 
Ballin so hard with no jersey, uh
Ayy, chopper style
You got one night, make it worth your while
Hey, Gun em down 
Hundred round drum whats now
Im 19, ayy, fuckin on a hoe with the same age child 
Throw the towel, fuck nigga bitin Mike Tyson style
Poured a whole four in the Fanta
Me and lil freak and lil bih with no manners
Private jet, clear port, you know where we landing
She suckin that dick and she callin me daddy 
Send me the skirt and Im kickin her box 
I fuck on that bitch and Im kickin her out 
Hope I get fucked? Dont give fuck bout no drought
We get them lows and then we get em out 
Dont gotta tell em, they know what we bout 
Came from the block tryna fold me a knot 
And Im aim that nut right in her mouth 
Pull up my pants and Im skrrting right out 
Why you stand at the store with the bomb? 
The trap pullin up and they know Im around 
How you cant cannot trap without the guns 
Start throwin hunnids, I ran outta ones
Wheezy outta here