Ha-haha-ha-haha Bee, bee, bee (P-pss, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh) Wassup, pfft, yeah (What? Hol' up, hol' up), yeah They pull up and get murked, hol' up I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah Two times, made that swerve (What? What?) I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah) I spent fifteen for some Percs Spe-spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Bee, bee, bee) I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah) Opiates fucked my mind up, this lil' bih' can't get designer I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bee, bee) Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuckin' her mouth up (What?) Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?) We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah) Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah) Hit them .56 on they ass (Yeah, what?) Yeah, in a Balenci' bag Yeah, told slime, ''Fill up mags'' Yeah, we got, frtt—, yeah, yeah I'ma have to spin in that bitch back, yeah I just been with hoes, yeah Bentley go—, Bentley go fast Bih', I can't miss a ho, huh My slime finna go crash, yeah, my slime finna go crash, yeah I got this lil' bih' mad, yeah, I got this lil' bih' mad, yeah Buy the Louis V bag (Ha-haha-ha-haha) They pull up and get murked, hol' up I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah Two times, made that swerve (What? What?) I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah) I spent fifteen for some Percs Spe-spent a lil' fifteen, did that work (Bee, bee, bee) I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilt the red all on my shirt New Al—, shh, now that shit dirt I was in the back-seat countin' up Percs, yeah Givenchy shirt, I buy all that swag, that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah) Opiates fucked my mind up, this lil' bih' can't get designer I was in London fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bee, bee) Fuckin' 'em pounds up, yeah Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah (Bee, bee), yeah Fuckin' her mouth up (What?) Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?) We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah) Nigga, we just like it that (Yeah) Hit them .56 on they ass