Intro (feat. Quavo, Offset & Lil Yachty)

Monsta's gon' tear it up

Feel me

Nawfside shit ****, you know what I mean?

Y'all thought this shit was over or somethin'

You know what I mean?

This shit ain't over, ****

Chanel and Dolce Gabbana

I bought that shit 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

Bitch, I'm your daddy, your father

Who that be talkin' 'bout drama?

Bitch, 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 the masseuse

Throw that bitch off of the back, it's a "Oop"

She wanna fuck the whole group

But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you

We fuck and that's all that we do

Bon appétit, let's eat

Ate a plate full of molly, she geeked

Atchoo, she sneezed

Bitch on her knees off the skis

When I fuck, 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 cocked and loaded

Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open (Woo)

Need a gas mask, it's too potent (Damn)

Your hoe like to fuck, her pussy smokin' (Smash)

The street that you walkin' on, we control it (Control it)

Quality Control this shit (Control it)

Quality Control your bitch (Control her)

You might wanna hold your diss (Huh?)

'Cause ****, we folding shit

Walk in the spot, so many straps

Young ****, who pole is this? (Who?)

Now all the hot records, I'm on it (Hot)

Young ****, y'all owed me this

YRN, throwin' up QC (QC)

We got trap stars and we on TV (TV)

Fuck on the system, **** free Meek (Free Meek)

Carats jumpin' out the chain, 3D (3D)

Whippin' up bricks in the teepee (Teepee)

Atlanta Braves serve J's on your street (Lil' Boat)

Superstar shorty, my newest bitch super woke

Pull out that hoe, give her super throat

Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code

Keep it low key, but I'm hittin' you ****' hoes

Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah (Free 'em)

He hide the crack in the ceiling, yeah

Qua' bought a whip, so I gotta go get one too, yeah (Skrrt)

We coppin' whips like it's nothin' to do

Pour a four in a Sprite, not no Mountain Dew

We hit these hoes, then we switcheroo

I done hit everything in the city

Qua' done hit everything in the city

Take' done hit everything in the city

Old fuck **** hate me, huh (Fuck '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