Break it down, bring it back, make it clap
I got three old thots, new guap, where it at?
Thick bіtches on my line and you know they got a strap
Pulled up wit' a .9, .45, scope attached
Like whoa, I ain't fúckin' with these hoеs
I pull up the greatest and now I'm sеlling all these shows
Doing this 'til I make it because you know that's how I go
Got me all in her playlists because
She fúck with me the most, like damn

Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down, bust it
I just fúcked a fangirl flew her out from Russia
I just spent 3k, what the fúck a budget?
Chrome Heart jeans, 10k can't touch 'em
Shake them hips that don't lie like Shakira
I'm so damn high in da coupe I'm t'd up
I don't drink Tito's, only drink expensive liquor
Fúckin' on yo' bіtch in my green Prada slippers

She said, "EGO, oh my God, you're underrated"
She got itty bitty titties I bust upon 'em quickly
I bought that bіtch Versace garments just because of pity
If she is a Fashion Nova bіtch she cannot be with me
I pull up with the .55, pocket rocket, pow pow
Aim it at yo' top top, while she gimme top top
My bruddas on top top, yo' bruddas just fall off
My dіck make her jaw lock like she took some m rock