Intro lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Feel me
Nawfside sh*t n*gga, you know what I mean
Y'all thought this sh*t was over or somethin', you know what I mean, this sh*t ain't over n*gga

[Verse 1: Offset]
Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
I bought that sh*t for my mama
I stood right in front of your honor, huh
When I got home, ran up commas
Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
b*tch, I'm your daddy, your father
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
b*tch on my mama we gonna solve 'em
I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
Chasin' the loot, never caught in the loop
Sick with the flute, cook a brick in the booth
In the Mulsanne and my seat a masseuse
Throw the b*tch off of the back, it's an oop
She wanna f*ck the whole group
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you
We f*ck and that's all that we do
Bon appétit, let's eat
Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked
Hachoo, she sneezed
b*tch on her knees off the skis
When I f*ck do not call me back, please
Diamonds all white like the priest
Maison Margiela on sleeves
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
The doors was closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was c*cked and loaded
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
Need a gas mask, it's too potent
Your ho like to f*ck, her pus*y smoking
The street that you walking on, we control it
Quality Control this sh*t (Control it)
Quality Control your b*tch (Control her)
You might wanna hold your diss (Huh?)
'Cause n*gga we folding sh*t
Walk in the spot, so many straps
n*gga whose pole is this?
Now the hot records I'm on it
Young n*gga, you owe me this
YRN, throwin' up QC
We got trap stars and we on TV (TV)
f*ck on the system, n*gga free Meek (Free Meek)
Carats jumping off the chain, 3D (3D)
Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (Teepee)
Atlanta Braves serve J's on your street

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Superstar shawty, my newest b*tch super woke
Pull out that ho, give her super throat
Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you n*ggas' hoes
Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah
Qua' bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew
We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
Old f*ck n*ggas hate me, huh (f*ck 'em)
I got the kids on lock, huh
She eatin' kids on spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock, same color parking lot (Hoo)