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[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I think I'm the sh*t, mouth on the gliss
Church up from the 6, Cartier wrist
Cartier eyes, Shoutout all my guys
Knock em' from the side, Throw em' in the tide
n*ggas talkin down, b*tches talkin down
He ain't talkin money, I don't hear a sound
n*ggas really clown, Can't f*ck wit RD
Chopper on the seat, Riding with the heat
Youngest n*gga flexin, Countin' Ben Franklin's
n*ggas think they hard, My n*ggas take they necklace
n*ggas not reckless, Load a Smith & Wesson
Type to f*ck ya mother, Type to kill ya brother
Type to catch a case and pass of flying colors , You the type to f*ck a b*tch without a rubber
Dance with her you love her, n*ggas soft like covers
n*ggas sweet like sherbet, Now you buying gerbert

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I know n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me, Youngest n*gga round the f*ckin' city
X pills make me feel like Diddy, I be poppin' ace pour it on the titty
Good bape got me so saditty, I just flipped a 50 to 160
Heard lame n*ggas trynna stick me, Run up on me she won't be so nippy
Get a n*gga kilt in a jiffy, I be pouring double cups to up a lift me
Been the flyest youngin' since the last century, Give a damn about a n*gga history
Talkin' down it's gon be a mystery, Got good raps b*tches wanna kiss me
Double dip, In the pus*y
2 models, Poppin bottles
n*ggas hatin', But they ass follow
Got a Asian b*tch, All she do is swallow
In a 2 door goin' full throttle like yah