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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, shot all oh my gods
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 tryna 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