[Intro]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Huh)
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Uh, woo)
I just brought a lil' bitch and that bitch from my hood, yeah
I might leave that lil' bitch and just go find a better, yeah (Uh)

[Chorus]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Pressure, skrrt, skrrt)
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz, how I leave in a stretcher? (Stretcher)
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills, bitch, I need me some extras, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like a motherfuckin' God in this bitch, I'm so gutter, my bitch from the ghetto (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
I try to be mindin' my business, I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh (Woo)
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done and I move for the better (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta (Yeah)
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt)
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta (Hrr)
And she juggin' you n***as, for real, and I let her (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

[Verse]
I just keep that motherfucker straight in my pockets
I pull this bitch out, it look like a rocket (Woo)
My bitch look like Sandra, no Bullock, I'm poppin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Why he talkin' shit? Yeah, that boy need to stop it (Mm-mm, skrrt, skrrt, grr)
My whip is matte black I'm a ride with some options, yeah (Skrrt)
Wide as fuck, nowhere to park it (Mm-mmm)
This Lamborghini, I'm late for the meetin' (Yeah)
My ting finna leave, so I'm high and I'm speedin' now (Skrrt, skrrt, woo)
I'm pullin' up, YSL right on my beanie, yeah
Eatin' five star fettuccine, linguine (Mm-mm, woo)
I'm pullin' up two-hundred racks for the evenin'
And I only spend five when I walk 'round in Neiman's (Mm-mm)
I told that bitch, "Shut the fuck up, eat my semen"
Don't know what I said when I'm drunk, I ain't mean it (Skrrt, skrrt)
No, I ain't mean it
I just be trippin' on Adderall, put your lil' bitch in bikini (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, mm)
I left her fiendin', I left her fiendin'
High as a fuck, I'm so high, nice to meet me (Oh, mm)
I'm smokin' on gas, and just ash in the Urus (Skrrt)
We rent SUVs, we don't rent Lamborghinis (Skrrt, skrrt)
When I'm pullin' out five, I don't flex, I just spend it (Ah)
Look what the kid gotta do for his image (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
That shit be real, that's like nothin' to me
If I throw that shit up I'll be fine, I'll be splendid (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah, woo)
[Chorus]
Top of the mornin', I'm smokin' on pressure (Mm-mm, woo, pressure)
Pullin' up straight in the SUV, big body Benz, how I leave in a stretcher? (Stretcher)
My little bitch just pulled up with some more Adderall pills, bitch, I need me some extras, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, mm-mm)
I don't know, bitch, it's like four a.m., I'm from the gutter, my bitch from the ghetto (Yeah, yeah, gutter)
I try to be mindin' my business, I know that's your ho, but I still get her wetter, huh (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
I'll be wrong if I just tell your ho that I'm done, and I move for the better (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just buy her some clothes and she hold my Beretta
This shit is all facts, it's concrete if I said it (Woah, skrrt)
My bitch from the 'burb, but she hold my Beretta (Woah, uh)
And she juggin' you n***as, for real, and I let her

[Outro]
Woo (Uh-uh)
Woo (Uh-uh)
Yeah
Bruh, that's my favorite one
No, keep—, keep—, keep all of that shit