Ayy, man, I went on Instagram, man
My mothafuckin boy, man
He up there in Boston, shawty
Im talkin bout, man
Nigga got a whole see-through elevator
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that
Know what Im sayin? Wires and everything, for real
Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!
We smash on the city, yeah you know it 
We gon smash on these bitches, yeah you know it
Flex up on em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
Im doin the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
Im back to facts, no more dabbin
No more fightin, no more strappin
No more dabbin, no more trappin
No more cappin, no more lackin
No more raggin, no more naggin 
We goin brazy, break the internet 
We goin brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your bitch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
Fuck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least thats what it seems
Nigga know we dippin, dabbin
We spittin out fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call em miss, no carriage
Fight em all, nigga jabbin
Cover your face, go to wildin
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence
We smash on the city, yeah you know it 
We gon smash on these bitches, yeah you know it
Flex up on em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
Im doin the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
Im back to facts, no more dabbin
No more fightin, no more strappin
No more dabbin, no more trappin
No more caddin, no more lackin
No more raggin, no more naggin