[Intro: Gunna & Lil Juice]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah

Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (Seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (Hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah

[Verse 1]
Huh, huh, huh
'Bout a dollar, huh, huh (Woah)
Whip that Panamera, yeah
p*ss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (Ooh)
I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)
I doubt that she don't let me f*ck, but I swear I won't sweat her (Nah)
I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (On God)
Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together (Still together, we still together)
We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters (Write you letters)
We flock of feathers (Yeah), the parasailers (Yeah)
Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pus*y wetter (Wetter)
Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas (White Margiela)
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