(You rocking with DJ YoungKash) Aye, yuh, aye, Yung Bruh Yung Bruh I'm dressed in white, look like a Xanax, but don't sleep on me Designer boy, expensive brands, ain't nothing cheap on me You choosing on that bitch, she choosing on me Ion't fuck with these bitches, I just fuck these bitches Check out my wrist, it's like you looking at the moon glisten Glisten, she wanna fuck, I ain't even finish a sentence Damn, riding through your city and the windows is tinted Smoking loud, break down the kush, it's like I'm revving the engine I dropped one bands in my pants I don't care if you know who I am I want the guap, I want the guap, I want the guap I want the guap It's cold outside, Burberry scarf wrapped around my neck Pink Versace shades on my face, tattoos on my neck I just fucked a bitch, I think she was friends with my ex Gemstone bullets and they poppin' out the Tec Grrah, grrah, grrah Yeah, gemstone bullets and they poppin' out the Tec