[Intro: Lil Yachty] Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two Bimmers
Think I'm the [?], I stay in the cleaners
2k my sweatsuit, I walk with demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your hoe, I done seen her
23 racks got me feeling like Tinker
I like your b**h ‘cause her p**y look pinker
Made that hoe cum with two rings on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin' packs
In with back, yeah, that's a fact
Lately, I promise I been on my bull
You finna get shot again like you cool
Drip to my socks, in Ellesse I'm a fool
Sicko, my brother, he stay with a tool
If you won't pop it, boy, pa** it to Tuan
Flipped in your b**h, dawg, her p**y a pond
Feel like a swamp, laying in the Don Juan
Yeah, I been a artist, but not rap, boy, icon
f** these new n***as, I ain't ‘em, too foreign
My b**h a fairy, she walk with a wand
JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That's not a joke, that boy came with the tussle
TEC-9, no ‘tussin, these stripper hoes bussin'
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, b**h, keep buzzin'
[Verse 2: Gunna] I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your b**h through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend that sh** over
They say lately I been lookin' like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas
They ain't have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don't matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag, my partner just swear
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
f**ed a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera
[Chorus: Gunna] Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh
[Verse 3: Gunna] k**in' these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that sh** up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin' this cash, it was times we ain't have it
Got twenty-one b**hes, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin'
Vibes in LA, Gunna f**in' the baddest
FN ain't plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pa** him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin' for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be cappin'
n***as ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't fastin'
Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all action
See how sh** happened, I made it in rappin'
[Chorus: Gunna] Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh