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[Chorus: International Jefe]
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, f*ck around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these n*ggas down bad, they out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the mall without his gun, wow

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
Yeah, I'm a bad-b*tch-getter
Itchy-trigger-finger n*gga
Ridin' through my city, yeah
Michael Jackson jacket, yeah
I got n*ggas Bloody
I got n*ggas Crippin'
When I talk they listen (Listen)
Jefe, b*tch, ooh, drippin' (Jefe, huh?)
Uh, yeah, drippin' (Jefe)
Yeah, b*tch, I'm drippin' (Drippin')
Yeah, I'm rockin' Rick Owens, yeah
I got a bad ho, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*ck her out, yeah
I'm like an igloo, yeah (Yeah, let's go)

[Interlude: International Jefe]
Let me (Let's go, yeah)
Let me in this motherf*cker (Hey)
[Chorus: International Jefe]
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, f*ck around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these n*ggas down bad, they out of funds now

[Verse 2: International Jefe]
Okay (Ooh)
Too many diamonds, I feel like a lake, yeah (Ah)
I'm 'bout to fill up the bank, yeah (Bank, bank)
I put them racks in the safe, yeah (Racks)
I'm 'bout to go in the Wraith, yeah (Woo)
I'm not a regular ape, yeah (Ape)
Bentley gigantic, yeah (Gigantic)
This water Titanic, uh (Woo)
Lookin' for bottles, Xannies (Ah)
Put me in the Bentley (Uh)
Ridin' in the six-speed
My chain cost one-sixty (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in this b*tch with Carti (b*tch, b*tch)
I got two bad barbies (Yeah)
f*ck her on the backseat (Got it)
Yeah, ride it like Harley (b*tch-ass b*tch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feds tryin' to raid my house (Yeah, yeah)
n*gga had to change his route (Yeah, yeah)
Why n*ggas keep chasin' clout? (Ah, ah)
Steady talkin', they runnin' they mouth
Drop the top on your ho (Facts, yeah)
n*gga, it's [?] Road, yeah (Vroom)
I got a hundred in the tote (Hundred)
n*gga, play 5unna then you float, ha (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Ken Car$on]
I got a hundred pairs of Ricks (Yeah)
I got a hundred pairs of b*tches (I got)
I got a hundred pairs of sticks (I got)
f*ck around, n*gga, get you hit (f*ck)
I'ma go f*ck on your b*tch (Yeah)
Give a f*ck who you bang with (Yeah)
2900 Gang sh*t (Oh yeah)
2900 Flame sh*t (Oh yeah)
It ain't no sh*ts I ain't with (What?)
It ain't no licks I ain't hit (Huh?)
It ain't a b*tch I ain't hit (Nah)
f*ck around, get your tongue split (Yeah)

[Chorus: International Jefe]
Yeah, uh, spaced out, yeah
Hit her from the back, f*ck around and pull her lace out, yeah
I was just broke, I'm havin' funds now, yeah
I can tell these n*ggas down bad, they out of funds now
Caught him lackin' at the mall without his gun, wow