(Project, project) Woah I get my shooter to hit him Woah (Damn, Trgc made that) (Ayy Woods, light that shit up) Okay Okay Okay Okay Okay Okay Okay Okay I'm rocking Vetements I told my shooter to hit him I told my shooter to take that nigga off 'cause we are not feeling him (No, no) We are not feeling his energy (No) I know that his shawty feeling me (No) The coat, you know she digging it (Yuh) She wanna go down, she wanna go down, she wanna go down (She wanna go down, yuh) And I know what these bitches want, yeah And you know, they run off with your heart Run off with your heart, run off with your heart Run off with your heart, run off with your heart Hey! Run off with it, she gon' slice you, right down the middle He got rounds, get him We draw down, get him Them niggas really can't fuck with us I'm on a whole 'nother level, yo Lil shawty thick as a Chevy truck I know my bro keep a toolie tucked You know Faygo keep a toolie tucked Don't even think about trying us Or you gon' think about dying What you gon' do for them diamonds? Even for that new designer You lil niggas declinin' I'm rocking Vetements I told my shooter to hit him I told my shooter to take that nigga off 'cause we are not feeling him (No, no) We are not feeling his energy (No) I know that his shawty feeling me (No) The coat, you know she digging it (Yuh) She wanna go down, she wanna go down, she wanna go down (She wanna go down, yuh) And I know what these bitches want, yeah And you know, they run off with your heart Run off with your heart, run off with your heart Run off with your heart, run off with your heart