Fah, fah

Fah, fah

Fah, fahFah, fah-fah, fah

Hit a nigga up, call it 2Pac

She tryna play my song on the boombox

I′m in the back and I'm chillin′ with two thots

Look at that girl like, "Man, that bitch too hot"

Shout-out to Autumn 'cause I got two Glocks (VDV got it)

Jumped off the porch, now I'm on the rooftop

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bad lil′ bitch and she givin′ me knowledge

Shawty real fine and she go to college

Might give that girl all the money in my wallet

Me and my niggas, you know that we ballin'

I brought a .40 and bro brought the MAC in

Me and my niggas, yeah, we never lackin′

.40 gon' make that boy dance, Michael Jackson

Niggas is mad ′cause the paper I'm stackin′

It's gettin' real messy, think I need a napkin

Told that boy Millie K, he gon′ hand mе the MAC-10

No, I′m not a Crip but I get it crackin'

If I see a hoe, I′ma blow hеr back in

Look at your boy, you know that I'm paper chasin′

I'm soundin′ like Dami, no reparations

Me and my bros goin' on vacation

Like Quavo, I can't wait to say that we made it

Call me Santana ′cause I stay on go

I′m sorry, bro, I ain't tried to steal your flow

I′m 4'2" in real life, I stand on my money, I′m 5'2"

Yo′ ass been talkin', can't wait ′til we find you

I stick to yo′ ho just like she some fine glue

No King Von, but nigga, she mine too