[Lil Mosey:]Pull up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go bare (bo, bo, bo, bo)Roll up in a Beamer then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nigga, JD, yeahRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayyMargiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uhI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the leanYeah, 30 'round my neck, my jewels water like salineAnd my life be movin' fast like I'm in a movie, ayyWe don't fuck around, so we holding .223And I'm on the fucking xan, I just mixed it in my drinkI sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeahI got 20 shooters, they gon' wet you like saline, yeahAnd I'm wit' lil' Fendi, that lil bro, he's flippin' key, andMy jewels like water and I'm sippin' on codeine, yeah[Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB:]Pull up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go bare (bo, bo, bo, bo)Roll up in a Beamer then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nigga, JD, yeahRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayyMargiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uhI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean (yeah, yeah, word, word)[BlocBoy JB:]We smoke gas like the bag, ain't no turnin' down (down)Jane sad, purple rain, crippin' in yo town (crip)Players goin' down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (rra)I call up them Feezies, they gon' smoke him like a ounce (word, word, word, word, word)Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got thatNigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (that's on my mama)These niggas ain't killers, they the one that's gettin' shot at (shot at)They snitchin' and I copped that, made me put some top at[Lil Mosey:]Pull up in yo' city, then I hopped out with a flare (with a flare)My nigga roll with me, if it's beef, then we go bare (bo, bo, bo, bo)Roll up in a Beamer then I skrt off wit' a Lamb' (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)I got all these racks, so I'm flexin' 'cause I can ('cause I can)Gucci on my feet, and I'm with my nigga, JD, yeahRun around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayyMargiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uhI blow all that gas, I be sippin' on the lean