Yeah
Young SEX
Whats up, nigga? What’s happenin?
Uh, ayy
48 kHz
Yee
All my niggas yellin slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy 
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don’t put on fake diamonds 
Well run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me 
All my bitches ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her 
I told em not to hit me back til a nigga really down
Told his bitch about these racks, I’m not spendin’ any time
All my bitches out the mud, bitch, Ima be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine 
I got woodgrain in the Bentley, I was thinkin’ bout sharin these riches
I got bitches on bitches on bitches, thinkin ’bout puttin em all in my business
I gotta see what Im spendin, I gotta keep a dime with me 
I got some trees like its Christmas, Im strapped up with big definition
Hop out this Rolls Royce, I got a million bitches
Big Tymer with these racks and all my jewelry litty
I got big baguettes, baggy-bag, yeah, uh, uh
Treyway, Treyway 
All my niggas yellin slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy 
Get the bag, got too many racks, we dont put on fake diamonds 
Well run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me 
All my bitches ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her 
Told em not to hit me back til a nigga really down
Told his bitch about these racks, Im not spendin any time
All my bitches out the mud, bitch, Ima be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine 
Walk in yellin, Slatt, we got money, power, respect
Partners in the Hellcat, yellin Free my nigga Yak
Bleveland Ave where we at
She suckin that dick, it gon make it wet
She a lil freak for the bustdown Patek
Soon as it touch down, I bust down the pack
Slime, nigga, wipe your nose
Broke boy be sloppy joe
Clutch on the stick, hell knock at the door
I like her, she a lil freak, she a ho
Cant wife her, you know Im in love with my dough
I know how to aim, what the fuck I need a scope for?
Lil Gotit pull up with that Draco, go loco,
Find out where the opps live and pull a kick door
Come to the trap, we got numbers like limbo
All of my bitches get slimy
Dont tweet for no nigga, I catch him, he dyin
A million diamonds and all of em mine
I done got me a check, I done ran up them digits
Cap ass nigga, you a fitted
Saint Laurent hoodie, bitches tryna get in my business 
All my niggas yellin slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy 
Get the bag, got too many racks, we dont put on fake diamonds 
Well run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me 
All my bitches ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her 
Told em not to hit me back til a nigga really down
Told his bitch about these racks, Im not spendin any time
All my bitches out the mud, bitch, Ima be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine 
All my niggas yellin slatt 
All my bitches, they get slimy 
Well run off with that pack
Do it again if you remind me