[Intro]
Ayy, phew, (I'm in New York) phew, (With my twinski), phew (Fuckin' Monica Lewinsky)
I keep stack— stackin' (Damn, Trademark)
I keep— huh, hold on, hold on, hold on

[Verse 1]
Hold on, DJ, spin it back, they need to hear this shit
Twenty deep with twenty racks on me, I'm on some ignorant shit (Woah)
Yeah, she a college ho, that mean that bitch fuck 'round from A to Z
Like, what you mean? Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T (Woah)
Okay, cool, that shit that you been on, it don't mean shit to me
Like, what you mean, bitch? We got .223, red beam, and ARPs
Like, you ain't gotta go back to the hood, but you can't stay with me
Gave her dick for free, I said, "Lil' baby, get on your hands and knees"
What you need? We got Oxycontin mixed up with LSD (Yeah)
Bitch, ayy, who that is? The man, geeked off in thе party (Geek, geek)
We don't pop no motherfuckin' Xans, I'm geeked out my body (Woo)
Bitch, wе play with motherfuckin' bands, won't catch me at no party
Bitches in the crib, I got bitches in Montana (Woah)
I said turn me up Montana, I said, Tony of Montana
I just skrrt in my Phantom, I said, "Pour up in my Fanta"
We got big Celine, I'm out of state, I'm flyin' with my blammer

[Chorus]
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them n***as, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with n***as, he can't fuck with me (He can't fuck with me), bitch, hold on
[Bridge]
She like, "Why you spend so much?" (Yeah) Clearly, I afford it
Throw my money in the air, look like I'm important (Bitch)
And I'm in your city so much, it look like I'm a tourist (Yeah)
And I'm rollin' up some green, it look like I'm a florist

[Chorus]
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them n***as, they don't like me neither (Nah)
I ain't finna politic with n***as, he can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on

[Verse 2]
Huh, huh, gangway (Bow, bow)
Hold on, BangBros, huh, what my twin say? (Brr, brr)
Hold on, R.I.P. Lil' Frost', that's my twinski (Lil' Frost')
Diamonds on me, I ran up the score for my twinski (Brr, bow)
Hold on, wait, hit the kickback with my twinski (Bow, bow)
Hold on, wait, get your bitch back, she with twinski (Woah)
Hold on, wait, I can't hear myself, turn me up a little
Sick as fuck, but I ain't fuck your ho, she just in the middle (Bitch), hold on, wait
Huh, hold on, wait
Come meet security, he at the gate (Bitch, I hit your face)
Come meet my white boy, he whippin' eights (Eight, eight, eight)
Shit, he pushin' bars harder than BabyTron
State to state, ain't no sharin' cake, fah, fah, hit his face (Woah)
She get cake, now she gon' give me face, that's why I let off the brakes
State to state, fuck 'round with them n***as, he gon' eat your face (Bow)
We in SRTs like GTA, bitch, we can do the chase
[Chorus]
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin' (Woah)
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them n***as, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with n***as, he can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me), bitch, hold on (Yeah)