[Verse 1: Iamsu]
Gold all on my neck, Bathing Ape on my back
Even though I'm lookin from the front, I can still see that back
I got racks on racks, no I'm not YC
I'm hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Please don't creep by me, don’t try me
I be on freak, geeked off that brain I receive
All this fly shit, I bought came with receipts
This ain’t no game, don't be playin with me
All these bad bitches be stayin with me
Beat the beat up like I'm Roy in that ring
Enough of me rapping, gon' let that boy sang

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
I had one, two, three too many
I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
I'm loud, took about 5 shots
6 bottles I just copped
Twisted, turnt up, 24/7
That's more bad bitches I’m getting
They know I hit em and quit em
And go past what they came here for
Baby can I see you make yo ass drop?
I'mma let the Rose bottles pop
I'mma sip this Roc, baby don’t stop
Cause yo body on fire, you too hot
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