Huh We going where? (Oh, yeah) We going up, for real (Huh) How we get high? (Real) We off them drugs for real (Huh) Hope I don't die, but that's on the plug, for real (That's on the plug for-) I don't even try (No, no), but I ran me a quarter mil I believe I can fly (I believe I can, brr), but that's on them doves for real (Uh huh) I just hope I don't die, I'm on the drugs for real Prada on me, what she smellin' (Huh) Burberry on me, new linen (Huh) My goons, they gon' come for your melon (Huh) This Prada just been what I'm wearing (Huh) I'm sorry lil bitch, I'm not caring Going out bad on IG, she a Karen We the young wave, we the kids, we the guarantee Money on me like a chrome heart tee We was born to misfortune, [?] And she love the dick, she love LRG (Large) Jealousy, hate, yeah, it's all I see We done got two of them in the back of a Harvey She want meat from the gang, she want Arby's The whole world fake, this shit RC (Yeah) That's why I don't even care to take an RP And I'm only gon' learn when I'm [?] She said "Babe, I'm broke, can you help me?" Yeah, I'm getting my money so stealthy But that green in my pocket, that healthy, huh Diamonds, they just came from Elliot Diamonds, they just came from- We on the P-Jet's, bitch put on PJ's, we elegant, uh Why are you hitting my phone? What the fuck is you telling me? (Brr, ooh) Bitch, you been broke since a year ago, why the fuck is you smelling me? They say my name everyday, how the fuck is you spelling it? (Why?) Do you want to get to your pesos? You rock a lil Mexican (Ugh) You still rocking drip from 2015, you rocking Vetements (You rocking old school, dude) Bitch, yes, I know I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm not high, I'm just saying this (Oh) Going there, going there Pockets stand, yeah, you crawling for a band They don't fucking hear what I'm saying, we just win Just spoke to the devil, that's my twin, that's my kin Huh We going where? (Oh, yeah) We going up, for real (Huh) How we get high? (Real) We off them drugs for real (Huh) Hope I don't die, but that's on the plug, for real (That's on the plug for-) I don't even try (No, no), but I ran me a quarter mil I believe I can fly (I believe I can, brr), but that's on them doves for real (Uh huh) I just hope I don't die, I'm on the drugs for real Prada on me, what she smellin' (Huh) Burberry on me, new linen (Huh) My goons, they gon' come for your melon (Huh) This Prada just been what I'm wearing (Huh) I'm sorry lil bitch, I'm not caring Going out bad on IG, she a Karen We the young wave, we the kids, we the guarantee Money on me like a chrome heart tee