[Intro]
Big Plug N***a, yeah
Hell no
"Ayy, Xan, can I take a flick?"
Hell no
"You fuck my bitch?"
Hell yeah
Hol', hol’, hol', hol', brr

[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can’t see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' shit like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop

[Verse 1]
Down bad, robbin' n***as on Wallapop
You a rap n***a for real like Papa Doc
I feel like the shit, pop a squat
Still trap on the flip phone, fuck a iWatch
Five bad bitches in my room like the Dream Girls
Put ’em in the trash can like Mean Girls
Shooter wit’ dreads, I'ma call him Juice WRLD
Bitch twerkin’ on the stage, I'm like who girl?
Hol' up, n***a, you better get her
I ain't goin’ back to jail, I might hit her
N***as turn Pooh I pull up wit' Tiger
Choppa make him pose like he want a picture
I still want a bust down, fuck a Richard
In the store wit' the rod, you gotta be quicker than that
You tryna rob me, you gotta be slicker than that
Ricky, that n***a got hit in his back
[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, holmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' shit like the Grinch

[Verse 2]
Huh? I would kick it like Lee
Boujee gunk, I put her on her feet
Eleven in the clip, I'm Irving Kyrie
She call me baby boy, I ain't Tyrese
12 on my line, they still tryna breach
I'm Big Plug, I'll shoot your mother
Like the opening scene of Four Brothers
She wanna ride me, guess she a horse lover
Five sticks in the van and it's four of us
Weirdo, I'm in the street, n***a, and his eyes changed
Pull your card while I smack you wit' five aces
You ain't got no money, n***a, I'll take it
556s leave you wit' some spine braces

[Chorus]
Call up Lil Yachty, "Ayy, halmes, where the stick?"
Cartiers, I can't see, so I squint
"Hol' Xan, you my man, take a flick"
I'd rather drink the water that's in Flint
I let the chop sing, Roddy Ricch
Servin' that white boy, Robin Thicke
Bag in my hand, takin' shit like the Grinch
Hol', take my bae, we can shop and drop