Lyrics: BB Berons
Music: BB Berons
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)
I'm in this b***h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit (Okay)
I got a AK
Big a** sticks (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*****s don't give a ****
They ****ing on Cartier
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talk about Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You know I don't give a **** 'bout them
Why the **** you think I care?
B***h, I be everywhere
B***h, I'm good everywhere (Yeah)
Don't let my chain be in my shirt, that shit out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere
I'm in this b***h, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit (Okay)
I got a AK
Big a** sticks (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*****s don't give a ****
They ****ing on Cartier
My diamonds like flashlight
I'm showin' my a** right
I turned to the bad guy
I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah)
My new b***h got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin' right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her t***y (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my shit's never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that b***h back and play-play like I'm Ricky (Uh)
Your b***h, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I'm in this b***h, you better run the ballistics
I'm in this b***h, yeah
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big a** sticks
You could get hit (Bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up
You know that I'm booted up
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These b*****s don't give a ****
They ****ing on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)
****ing on Cartier (What?)
They ****ing on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They ****ing on Cartier
****ing on Cartier
They ****ing on Cartier
They ****ing on Cartier (Woo)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They ****ing lil Cartier (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They ****ing Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
B*****s ain't shootin' us
These niggas ain't doin' nothing