[Intro]
(K-K-Khaliel)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I get the guap, I get the mula
Collectin' my knots, take that to my jewler
I'm gettin' hot, poppin' these drugs
Like it or not, your girl think I'm hot
[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & YBN Nahmir]
'Member I was messin'
Act like you ain't know me
On my own I found out
You ain't even show me
Now I'm super up now
Oh, you wanna troll me?
I still got my memory (Ayy)
Turn me to my old me
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
I say I still got my memories (My memories)
My accents turn to history (Into history)
I had to spice up my lifestyle (Ayy)
Get rid of my enemies
So now I'ma shine and go ice out my wrist (Brrah)
Ayy, come take a pic, ayy (Come take a pic)
My diamonds, they dancin' (Ayy)
The water is bouncin', can't copy the drip, ayy
They copy the swag, I'm gettin' the bag
That's why that lil' nigga, he mad (Ayy)
So I'm gonna flex and run up a check (Ayy)
And I'ma keep makin' 'em mad
Pull up, I hop out the Porsche
Can't fuck with that bitch because she gon' act like a fan
I'm fuckin' these hoes, get passed to the bros (Ayy)
This shit was just all in the plan (Ayy)
Stack my knots up, I'ma count this guap up (Ayy, grrah)
They tried to rob us, but I had that mop tucked (Ayy, ayy)
Only hang with rastas (Ayy)
Keep a shotta (Grrah)
Niggas wanna be me (Ayy)
But they cannot beat us (No, they cannot beat us)
(K-K-Khaliel)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I get the guap, I get the mula
Collectin' my knots, take that to my jewler
I'm gettin' hot, poppin' these drugs
Like it or not, your girl think I'm hot
[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & YBN Nahmir]
'Member I was messin'
Act like you ain't know me
On my own I found out
You ain't even show me
Now I'm super up now
Oh, you wanna troll me?
I still got my memory (Ayy)
Turn me to my old me
[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
I say I still got my memories (My memories)
My accents turn to history (Into history)
I had to spice up my lifestyle (Ayy)
Get rid of my enemies
So now I'ma shine and go ice out my wrist (Brrah)
Ayy, come take a pic, ayy (Come take a pic)
My diamonds, they dancin' (Ayy)
The water is bouncin', can't copy the drip, ayy
They copy the swag, I'm gettin' the bag
That's why that lil' nigga, he mad (Ayy)
So I'm gonna flex and run up a check (Ayy)
And I'ma keep makin' 'em mad
Pull up, I hop out the Porsche
Can't fuck with that bitch because she gon' act like a fan
I'm fuckin' these hoes, get passed to the bros (Ayy)
This shit was just all in the plan (Ayy)
Stack my knots up, I'ma count this guap up (Ayy, grrah)
They tried to rob us, but I had that mop tucked (Ayy, ayy)
Only hang with rastas (Ayy)
Keep a shotta (Grrah)
Niggas wanna be me (Ayy)
But they cannot beat us (No, they cannot beat us)
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