(Hahaha, it's Razy)
Yeah, ayy, , ayy, yeah
(Babyg is here, let's go) woo

I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made 'em flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah)
Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo)

All this fucking ice I'm rocking, need some kind of sweater
I just pulled a coat out the garage and it was Margiela
Lil' bit' bitch, go ask your daddy, I'm the trendsetter
I just told the bank don't look inside none of my kid's treasures
Oxycontin make a nigga barely walk
Hundred fifty for my mouth and I can barely talk (woo)
Thank you, I just took a picture in the backyard (woo)
Thank you, I just fucked your sister in the same car (let's go)
Shit, whippin', and whip out the can, I'm kickin' my shit, Lui Kang
I told 'em if you want you a chain you gotta go bah, gotta go bah
She told me, "Daddy, finger my pussy when you wear your rings" (woo)
I like how it sound when it clang, you pulling it out, it's a whole lotta stains

I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah)
Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo)

Cartier all on my bitch, I fucked her on a Perc
Tossed that ho like I was Kaepernick and I asked 'em, "What's it worth?"
Rock real diamonds, ain't no cappin', yeah, we finna start a purge
Put 'em up and knock 'em down, we put they ass right in the dirt
Drippin' in that AMG 63 Benz
I cut ties with all them losers, told 'em, "I don't need friends"
Safe to say, I'm havin' money while these niggas hatin'
Raidin', playpen, knock 'em down, they layin', yeah
Shit, I was just whippin' a Lamb', I came straight outta the trenches (on God)
Had the ambition to get it, but I had to whip it right out of the skillet (woo)
All I know is to go get it, I came out the trenches, I'm one of the realest
I got pulled over by 12, he wiggin', he had let up on a ticket (pussy)

I was just whipping that Benz, that's that bullet fucker
I just fucked her, fucked her friend, that was undercover
I just told you once again, I'm that motherfucker
This Celine, not Cartier lens, with a Gucci sweater
Shit, whippin' it whip out the pot, I'm tryna whippin' it better
He a pussy pyat, crack 'em like he kettle
I just made him flee out, sing like Omeretta (yeah)
Diamonds dancing, and they dangling with all bezels (woo)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Arin Jamal Field, Jaborious D. Grier, Jae Lawler, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Savely Nekrasov, Vladimir Podvablonsky