Uh
I'm on that, uh, uh
I'm on that, uh, uh
I'm on that
Uh, uh, uh (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face (Woo)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Uh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch
I check my laces (Trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, a money wave
What in the fuck are we doin', bitch?
Space coupe, yeah, it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch
but I passed, she ain't my taste, woah (No)
'Fore I ate my fit up, but I swear I'll say my grace (Woah)

Oh my God, I came through wildin'
feel like Steve, can't see nobody
Connected like Wi-Fi, ayy, bitch, yeah
it's my time, ayy (Hey)
Okay, yeah, it's 'bout time, ayy, uh
fuck a ho, get paid (Brraow)
It's that 'Wood I face, huh, I'm gon' throw no shade (Huh)
I'm won't throw no miss, I'ma hit you when I aim (Yeah)
Too fast in that whip, might end up in another lane
Drop anothеr bag, I done ashed on my Helmut Lang (Sheesh)
I had to go up, I had to cut thеm out the frame
Lil' bitch, you don't love me
you just love what's on my chain (Woah)
Pull off in a UFO, lil' Go, yeah, he a alien
Damn, he can take my spot? Nigga, yeah, take it then
Somebody get they thot, she's a bop, she's so nasty
Deep, we won't send no shots
we'll put it to your head (Bitch, what the fuck?)

I'm off that mud, no, I can't feel my face
(Woo, fuck you, bitch)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Worried, uh, uh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch
I check my laces (Trip 'bout, trip 'bout shit)
I drown myself in racks, a money wave
What in the fuck are we doin', bitch?
Space coupe, yeah, it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch
but I passed, she ain't my taste, woah
'Fore I ate my fit up, but I swear I'll say my grace (Woah)

'Fore I ate my fit up
but I swear I'll say my grace (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah
Yeah