Plus my wrist lit, hey

Plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah

I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah

We don't miss shit, yeah uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah

My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah

They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah

Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah

Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah

Montana, some like Tony Montana

Whole lot of drums and bananas

I don't fuck with no rappers

I got love for my trappers, yeah

Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah, yeah

New spot like the Falcons

New drop this the fast one

Get some top in the Aston

1.5 in cash, bruh

Young fly nigga, they like: He so handsome

I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah

Plus my wrist lit, hey

Plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah

I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah

We don't miss shit, yeah uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah

My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

My whole cup polluted (drank)

Get in that pint and how you can (uh)

We take the fo from the groupies (wooh)

I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)

Whole lot of gang in here (gang)

Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)

Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear

60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers (uh uh)

I got the heart of a bear (huh)

Bustin' them down by the pair (bust down)

Patek Philipe, it's rare (hey)

I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (smash)

Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)

It's a ghost but do not be scared (uh uh)

It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)

They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah

Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah (eh)

Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah

Plus my wrist lit, hey

Plus my bitch rich, yeah

I'm a big pimp, yeah

I talk big shit, yeah

We got sticks bitch, yeah

We don't miss shit, yeah uh

Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights

This the boss life, yeah

My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah

Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah