Okay, okay, so, YSL
Were YSL AKA private flight gang, you know?
Yeah, man, were the private flight gang, you know?
Join in bitch
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it aint nothin to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon cover me, I call them gowns
Boy thats your problem
I might fuck her but boy thats your problem
Gettin extorted, then boy, thats your problem
No need for abortions, Ill nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin on icin on boogers on boogers, lil bit, thats my problem 
Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin Prada
In a Bentley burnin loud and Im gassin
I got hundreds sittin on hundreds, that blue cheese, Im not ranchin
I done took off on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing
And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking GRAMMY
Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud
Sticky white birds, call em doves
Implants up under my girls
Please no-no fallin in love, no 
Im runnin round with a bitch, mouth bout thick as a cup
Meanwhile, they hatin, I done spent me some dubs
And Ima lie to that ho like a rug
Gettin money of course
Blatt! Cookin white like the Porsches
Shout out to Nelly Air Forces
Hop in that ‘Ghini ran right on your porch
Hop out like motherfuck the doors
Yeah, Ima go head and free Offset, yeah, he a Migo 
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it aint nothin to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon cover me, I call them gowns
Boy, thats your problem
I might fuck her but boy thats your problem
Gettin distorted lil boy, thats your problem
No need for abortions, Ill nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin on icin on boogers on boogers, lil bit, thats my problem
Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin Prada
Damn, we gon try you in these streets
We dont G her with no sheets
How long ago? Bout a week
All my attires are neat
All of her friends are unique
I wanna fuck at least three
Can I? 
He playin? I pop him like pop tarts
Ima demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card
Private fligth gang, yeah, agree with us
Dinosaur Bs and some Cs with us
I like that cat bald like an eagle, bruh
Since I ran up my racks aint no tamin us
Damn, its Friday, I need angel dust
I fuck that bitch if she starin 
Pull up and hop out McLarens
Dont say I wont cause thats darin
Ill shoot him with a bow and arrow
Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin horse with no saddle
Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now?
Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound
Smokin that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it aint nothin to be found
These bitches come and go round and go round
I took the booty, nailed her like a mount
These bitches gon cover me, I call them gowns
Boy thats your problem
I might fuck up a boy thats your problem
Gettin extorted, lil boy, thats your problem
No need for abortions, Ill nut on your momma
Send him up to God with no problem
Got icin on icin on boogers on boogers, lil bit, thats my problem
Boy, check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin Prada
Yah, yeah
Yah, yeah