(Verse) I tell you what, you ain’t gon’ make it on the bus If you’re not fuckin’ one of us Palarazi blush, Pizza Hut to the crust Gon’ do ’em like that, one hand on my nuts Aye, dark shades on the bitch Hoodey on topdown, hit-aways when they twitch Roll joints back to back, we just wanna have fun Nothin’ wrong, this for the girls that want the gas on the wall Got somethin’ comin’, brand new, only pure Tell ’em I spit like that because it get like that Try and buy the whole building, you ain’t built like that Shouldn’t be a close call, even if I’m last minute I’m the best candidate No pun intended, let me run in it, get you Westmisin Then maybe we can fire it up
(Hook x2) I went from sittin’ on the side-walk Now I’m in the fast lane Got a couple zig-zags sittin’ in my ashtray Quit stuff fancy, ice cream AMA Mostly pour champagne
(Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign) It’s either Vans or Nikes I got a whole lotta Supreme and Ie Cream Pull up in the Porsche now she like me She just want a picture for her IG No phones trick! We just tryna live in the moment Northstar the winner, I own it Yo man is too good to control it I be a leader Yo man is gon’ get you and yo girls plane tickets Come party with a rich nigga You got yo hair in my nut hair And you ain’t got no kids I’ll fuck you right, I will I’ll fuck you right, I will Roll one up, you been sittin’ two years You been broke it all, hell yeah, you deserve it