1 800 kick a doe

In that all black suburban

You ain't even Arab, why you puttin' on that turban?

And I know your pockets hurtin'

On the dark web, yeah, bitch, we be surfin'

Ski mask in the mall, we be lurkin'

I don't like your music, no, we ain't workin'

And my money callin' all the time, this shit urgent

In the new Jag', hell yeah, we be swervin'

We gon' pull up to the kitchen, told him, "Cook that"

Gen5, hottie and my new Louie bookbag

He like, "Where my money at?," bro, I took that

Runnin' from the jakes, told her, "Baby, do not look back"

Rubbin' off the paint, yeah, bro, I'm goin' harder

I'm a motherfuckin' vet', you a starter

I be sippin' so much drank, I need water

I might mess around and go and fuck your daughter

Big money spendin', I be shoppin' till the mall close

Break into your house, look like 1800 kick your door

Bro, it's been a week and you still—, yeah, ayy

Bro, it's been a week and you still rockin' the same clothes

Got my money, now I let it grow

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Gotta get your money, go and spend it on a bando

Got another Gen5, came in with extendos

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though

Let me teach y'all boys how to go and get the bag though