Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Have my young niggas shoot up your hangout
All you hear is the switch, bullets rang out
If you high we gon' come put your flame out
He was standin', now he done got laid down
Weighin' up in the condo that's downtown
Thoroughbred, I should live in the dog pound
Send his soul in the air like some helium
Mami's wicked, you know that she devious
And the Louis V jacket a medium
Only burnin' the best, yeah, the premium
I'm in Dallas, I'm strapped like a cowboy
Catch a body, you wanna be down, boy
I just hired a hitter, I outsource
Got a warrant that mornin', had skipped court
I'ma blow off your face if you reach for it
Got the gang rollin' with me like skateboards (boy)

Yeah, yeah
I'm on that Ice Cream Cake
You know the numbers fluctuate
How can I ever perpetrate?
I'm clutchin' this Bent' like I'm catchin' Z's
Burnin' so much, might have lung disease
Finnessin' these niggas with dummy Ps
This shit pressure how I'm havin' that zombie weed
Called the plug today I made a hunnid Gs
We be trappin' and we doin' robberies
Took it global now we scammin' overseas
Burnin' money just like it's some potpourri
On the evo, you know I be takin off
She gon' come to the crib, she gon' take it off
Gave my shooters some rats, had to break 'em off
I'm a boss, I be layin' these bitches off
Richard Mille got her pussy wet
Do a show and then I book a jet
Winter trappin' in a turtleneck
she give me slow head, call it turtle neck
Shrooms, dog, no Percocets
good job, baby, that was perfect sex
He been hidin' good, we ain't found him yet
All the water on me, I ain't drown' yet (yeah, yeah)

Have my young niggas shoot up your hangout
All you hear is the switch, bullets rang out
If you high we gon' come put your flame out
He was standin', now he done got laid down
Weighin' up in the condo that's downtown
Thoroughbred, I should live in the dog pound
Send his soul in the air like some helium
Mami's wicked, you know that she devious
And the Louis V jacket a medium
Only burnin' the best, yeah, the premium
I'm in Dallas, I'm strapped like a cowboy
Catch a body, you wanna be down, boy
I just hired a hitter, I outsource
Got a warrant that mornin', had skipped court
I'ma blow off your face if you reach for it
Got the gang rollin' with me like skateboards

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Writer(s): Fourteen Honhmahasak, Tony Son, Tysen Bolding