In NY Lil Yachty

[Intro]
(Wake up F1LTHY, you fuck boy) F1LTHY
Uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Prolly never ready (Pfrr)
Suck me, spaghetti (Go)
Emeralds, not baguettes ('Guettes)
General, not no private (Private)
Balenci' on my eyelid (Eyelid)
Like Jordan, I'm gon' Die Lit (Die Lit)
I'm fuckin' on my pilot (Pilot)
I'm buckin' on my I.V.s (Ooh)
I'm rich, never rocky (Rocky), I walk around stocky (Oh)
I walk around pimpin' (Pimpin'), I walk around with Wocky (Wocky)
I walk around with thirty (Thirty), I walk around wit' bro (Bro)
Hope we don't catch you without me, he gon' do the most
Never hard to find your love for me, I'm at my post

[Verse 1]
All that online jokin' turn you to a pack of smokes (Smokes)
Poppin' wit' my folks, I just crashed Mercedes
Ain't talkin' 'bout no whip, talkin' 'bout that bitch with two twin babies (Babies)
And I totе twin Glocks, they both got cocks and .30's, crazy (Pause)
Niggas know my body, we pull up likе Navy's (Navy's)
Spending shit, bro hobby
Cook the crack like 80's (Damn)
Foreign shit like Fivi' (Fivi')
My cup dirty, Haiti (Woah)