[Intro]
Aye, aye
They think that we won't be shit
So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
[Chorus]
Yeah, they think that we won't be shit
So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
Pretty pack now I'm lifted
Yeah we smoking rocket ships
[Verse 1]
And my gang gothic
But we got Gucci in our closets
Weird boy ballin'
Yeah, I feel like Dennis Rodman
And if you hatin' you ain't with the shits
I know I ain't no lyricist
But bitch get over it
I know that you feelin' this
Yeah, they tryna stop me
I'm getting bucks like Milwaukee
2 coffee cups but no coffee
She ask me if I'ma die I said prolly
[Chorus]
Yeah, they think that we won't be shit
So we gonna pull up in some fast whips
Pretty pack now I'm lifted
Yeah we smoking rocket ships
[Verse 2]
Cut my veins watch me bleed
Drugs ain't a want, that's a need
Try to fucking tell them
Bitch I'm just flossing
Yeah, I got the flavor
Could fuck your bitch now or later
Flexed up on a hater
Pull up in a blazer