text: DJ Escomoe Ci–
  Smoke good gas , might cough back 
  Move good work , that soft pack 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that, then relapse 
  This aint no 48, this that new, new skin 
  Go ahead and just mosh on the stage, fuck around, lose a tooth, yeah, yeah 
  She give me that mouth on the stage, she aint even use no tooth, yeah, yeah 
  She give me that box on the stage, I aint have to get no room, yeah, yeah 
  Chrome Hearts, my shit cold like perfume, yeah, yeah
  Racin stripes, now my Rari, this go zoom, yeah, yeah
  In the kitchen, whip it up just like its stu, yeah, yeah 
  Bitch, Im stuck, Im just geeked to the moon, yeah, yeah 
  Shoot it up, then them boys better move, yeah, yeah 
  Tiffany blue diamonds hit just like the pool, yeah, yeah
  Lots of pink diamonds, shit done changed my mood, yeah, yeah 
  Wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah 
  Stuffed up nigga now, I aint have to buy no Loubs, yeah, yeah 
  Made all the opps scurry, yeah, yeah
  Better shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah
  Gettin Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah
  Gettin Bur-burberry, yeah, yeah 
  No limit like Percy, yeah, yeah 
  Aint no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah 
  Smoke good gas , might cough back
  Move good work , that soft pack 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , then relapse 
  White diamonds lookin like the damn moon, yeah, yeah
  That bitch a Barbie, Ima fuck her like a goon, yeah, yeah
  I just started, might as well take the shrooms, yeah, yeah
  Threw the fishing rod in and took off on a boat, ooh
  Cowabunga, diamonds on me blue just like the ocean
  Servin that white girl on the corner, bought her a platinum Rollie
  Sent a bird call, niggas gon be comin through here torchin
  Swaggin courtside , dripped the referee up in some Marnis
  Love my princess cuts, love my brr, brr, high performance
  I aint gon trust no slut, better get naked, cook, dont count my money
  Eliantte solitaries, hell nah, these didnt come from Johnny
  Jet black double R with a bunny , clockin , cloak
  Double Cs, pushin up with the Locs 
  Gucci socks all the way up to my knees 
  Bought me a horse just to match my keys 
  Stomp on the gas, cant see when I leave 
  Switchin up gears, Forgiato on the feet
  Bust the AP, gotta turn to the team
  Dirty diamonds on me, huh, got my money out the streets 
  Ridin with a brand new Tommy gun, two thousand bullets if I squeeze it
  Two hundred, huh, huh, huh, for a feature, huh, huh 
  You cant pay for these goods til you turn into a preacher, uh, uh 
  Smokin Anthrax , might cough back 
  Movin that good work , that soft pack 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , gotta off that 
  Gotta off that , then relapse 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta, gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off 
  Gotta knock a bitch off