Intro: Warhol.SS & Ugly God 
Ya dig 
Yeah 
Ayy, ooh 

Chorus: Ugly God 
And I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off 
Boy,?you?better come and?get your mans 'fore I pop?off 
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off 
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off 

Verse 1: Warhol.SS & Ugly God 
On my third iPhone, I'm private when I fly home 
My bitches color limón, they copy what I been on 
I do this shit on my own, this a no-fly zone 
With your bitch spot on, I fucked her, then I got on 
Swervin' out the G-oline, I'm high as fuck (Skrrt) 
If you ain't swervin' 41, then you ain't high enough (Yeah, yeah) 
Ayy, if that bitch a nine, she ain't fine enough (Nope) 
All it take is one call, then they fire it up (Bah) 
He was reachin' for a weapon, but I know he bluffin' hard 
I'ma treat ya like a holder, nigga, I'ma pull your card 
And I'm smokin' on the gas, so you know I'm puffin' hard 
Bitch, you ain't what you rappin', boy, I know you buckin' hard (Bitch) 

Chorus: Warhol.SS 
Ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off 
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off 
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off 
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off 

Verse 2: Warhol.SS & Ugly God 
Smokin' OG, smellin' like I'm fartin' (Phew, phew) 
I'm gon' pop out with the gang, they act retarded (Gang, gang) 
And if I die, don't be sad, throw a party (Don't be sad) 
'Cause my kids, they gon' finish what I started (What I started) 
Uh, keep me out the loop, no more internet (Not all) 
You wan' book me for a show? I'm chargin' 10 for that (Chargin' 10) 
Yeah, all that back and forth, we ain't into that (Both) 
Yeah, if you want some smoke, then we sendin' that (Ooh) 
We got 50's in them Tommy's, I'm Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah) 
Bend the corner, hit the block, we finna trap 'em (Grra) 
Yeah, if he don't give it up, then we wack him (Bah) 
I know a couple niggas do it for a passion (For a passion) 
We gon' shake it up (Yeah) 
You get added to the beef, you tryna break it up (Bitch) 
I throw bands on your bitch and watch her rake it up (Watch her rake it up) 
And I need my beauty sleep, I ain't wakin' up (Nah, I ain't wakin' up) 

Chorus: Warhol.SS & Ugly God
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the top off, your bitch got her top off
Boy, you better come and get your mans 'fore I pop off
30 clip in my Louis pants, don't get knocked off
I got drip like hot sauce, your bitch gon' get dropped off