Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese Yes, I'm goin' up, now these niggas tryna sign me Yes, I'm goin' up, now these bitches tryna find me Yeah, no, you can't find me Too many racks, can't find me Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese Yeah, this ho on my phone, talkin' stupid shit I can't cap, I'm so done with these stupid bitches See these YSL jeans, not Ksubi, nigga If you got a problem, then sue me, nigga If you got a problem, let's do it, nigga If you got a problem, let's shoot it, nigga He get cut from this shit like a movie, nigga I post up on the scene with some movie bitches Have the pounds of this green like a plug, nigga But I'm talkin' money, I'm not talkin' drugs, nigga Yeah, nah, for real, nigga Put my boy on your head on a drill, nigga Yeah, I get high like a Rasta, for real, nigga And we pop rubber bands, not no pills, nigga Yeah, we got san tan, and some seals, nigga I got a lotta bands, hella bills, nigga I'm coming clean, no, I do not feel you niggas And you sippin' fake lean, it's gon' kill you, nigga She just wanna take my ice and put it on Yeah, she say she love that shit, it turn her on Yeah Siamese, two twin hoes, nigga, Siamese Yes, I'm goin' up, now these niggas tryna sign me Yes, I'm goin' up, now these bitches tryna find me Yeah, no, you can't find me Too many racks, can't find me Yeah, two kitty cats, and they Chinese Yeah, two twin Glocks, nigga, Siamese