Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Off of the Perc', off of the Perc', damn
I pull up makin' 'em work, damn
Off of that drank, off of that drank, damn
Yeah, bro pulled up with a tank, damn (Damn, damn)
Yeah, I can't tell what's fake, can't get no— damn, damn
Stop that fu shit, this shit gay
I don't care 'bout bands, bands
And I'm on FaceTime with a freak, she use her hands, hands
Yeah, she sent me a text so late, tryna fuck that face up
This drank hit like mace
she wanna come and see my shit, yeah

We fuckin' 'em up, I cum when it's done
Ain't sippin' on Tuss', it give me a rut
Huh, she suck 'til I— (Uh)
Ei-eight lines in a crutch

Check my stance in my Vans, I hit Rolex, fifty bands
That's a deep boy knot, they movin' way too hot (Hot)
You wanna live like this? Gotta take that risk
You tryna ice out the wrist?
Buy some clothes for the kids? Yeah

Huh, we got a purpose, it ain't worth it
It was worth it 'til it wasn't (Oh)
We send them pints off, got it jumpin' (Oh)
I went from nothin' right to somethin'

Check my stance in my Vans, I hit Rolex, fifty bands
That's a deep boy knot, they movin' way too hot (Hot)
You wanna live like this? Gotta take that risk
You tryna ice out the wrist?
Buy some clothes for the kids? Yeah

Off of the Perc', off of the Perc', damn
I pull up makin' 'em work, damn
Off of that drank, off of that drank, damn
Yeah, bro pulled up with a tank, damn (Damn, damn)
Yeah, I can't tell what's fake, can't get no— damn, damn
Stop that fu shit, this shit gay
I don't care 'bout bands, bands
And I'm on FaceTime with a freak, she use her hands, hands
Yeah, she sent me a text so late, tryna fuck that face up
This drank hit like mace
she wanna come and see my shit, yeah

Ooh, ooh