Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy Ayy Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Ayy) Uh, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Huh?) Uh, big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh Ayy Ayy

Look at me, fuck on me Yah, ayy, yah Ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your mans?" ayy ayy Can't keep my dick in my pants, ayy ayy My bitch don't love me no mo', ayy

Yeah, uh, yeah I love Trippie Redd Yeah, Big 14, baby Big 14, Big 14, baby, ayy, yeah Gotta tell you something, coming up from overreacting I don't be asking if you're lacking And it must be something, you must feel the energy You must feel it when we're

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

I am the gunner (the gunner, the gunner) Ayy, my walk is so cocky the bouncers don't even stop me Ain't no pat down, no ID They know me, that shit obvi Bitch I pack out the lobby just from fans tryna find me I got daughters and mothers tryna fuck with

Woah, what a wonderful night Woah, watch me glisten in ice Woah, don't this shit look real nice? Woah, tryna feel all the vibes I don't know what's the deal And I'm just tryna feel, feel Tryna feel it Ayy Ayy, ooh your love, it fill me up Ooh, tryna feel

Speed up, go fast 4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy) Breath out, shake that ass Million, on me, JAY-Z Count up, fuck nigga, pay, me Breath in, breath in Breathe in, breathe in Breathe out, shake that ass

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

I'm livin' my best life You don't know 'bout nothin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Turned all my L's into lessons It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends

The money and the fame make a monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy) Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy) Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have