[Intro: Strafe]
Y'all want this party started quickly, right?
Set it off, set it off, set it off
Set, set, set, set it off
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
DC and Boat, never Caine and Abel
Had a crib full of everything except cable
Brodie in the pen' telling stories, CO think it's a fable
Shit to good to believe, dog, I understand
I'll take it in a wire or a rubber band
I had booted up off of molly, but it wasn't tan
Shot the MAC so many times, dropped it out my hand
Need to program this bitch with a cooling fan
All the bitches know my name, I'm a real good time
Off the molly like Sublime, I can not lie
I had six pints, two guns flying through the sky
While landing in New York, dog, I'm not that wise
Just spent a twenty for the jet, might as well try
Niggas can't have my shit unless I'm dead
Niggas can't have my shit unless I die
Tried to reach for my chain, he must been high
Each one of mines know it's that time
Pints of Akorns up in the cellar, we don't drink wine
I treat all of my hoes like they equally fine
Rearview got Grammy noms, not cutout pines
Told my dog, "Hold shit down, you gon' get richer"
Had to crop out dead weight for the bigger picture
I had fucked on what's-her-name and her older sister
Just for scripts of codeine, they aunt's a doctor
In Detroit tryna gamble, I don't know Procter
Balenci' jersey on my back, I don't play soccer
White bitch called me a nigga, I almost robbed her
Walked out the room, my dog came in and he definitely robbed her
Y'all want this party started quickly, right?
Set it off, set it off, set it off
Set, set, set, set it off
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
DC and Boat, never Caine and Abel
Had a crib full of everything except cable
Brodie in the pen' telling stories, CO think it's a fable
Shit to good to believe, dog, I understand
I'll take it in a wire or a rubber band
I had booted up off of molly, but it wasn't tan
Shot the MAC so many times, dropped it out my hand
Need to program this bitch with a cooling fan
All the bitches know my name, I'm a real good time
Off the molly like Sublime, I can not lie
I had six pints, two guns flying through the sky
While landing in New York, dog, I'm not that wise
Just spent a twenty for the jet, might as well try
Niggas can't have my shit unless I'm dead
Niggas can't have my shit unless I die
Tried to reach for my chain, he must been high
Each one of mines know it's that time
Pints of Akorns up in the cellar, we don't drink wine
I treat all of my hoes like they equally fine
Rearview got Grammy noms, not cutout pines
Told my dog, "Hold shit down, you gon' get richer"
Had to crop out dead weight for the bigger picture
I had fucked on what's-her-name and her older sister
Just for scripts of codeine, they aunt's a doctor
In Detroit tryna gamble, I don't know Procter
Balenci' jersey on my back, I don't play soccer
White bitch called me a nigga, I almost robbed her
Walked out the room, my dog came in and he definitely robbed her
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