text: Broke boy
  Hello? Hello? 
  I get big guap 
  That by no choice 
  Niggas hatin’ 
  Man, its so annoyin 
  I get big guap 
  That’s by no choice
  I got big choppers
  That make no noise
  We get fast guap
  Yall them slow boys
  Yous a broke boy
  Im a cold boy 
  White tennis chains line up on my neck 
  They look like coke, boy
  Oh, you dry snitchin? 
  Youll get soaked, boy
  This a Molly, baby
  This aint Altoid
  This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce
  Pull up in that new Lamb, cost four Fords 
  Yeah, big shit that you can’t afford, yeah
  Pull up skrrtin’ then I slam my doors
  I know that they watchin me
  I know that they watchin’ me
  I know that they watchin me, ooh
  I cant make a move
  I cant make a move
  I can’t make a move
  I know that they watchin me
  I know that they watchin me
  I know that they watchin me, ooh 
  I cant make a move 
  I cant make a move 
  I cant make a move 
  Niggas hatin 
  Man, its so annoyin 
  I get big guap 
  Thats by no choice
  I got big choppers
  That make no noise
  We get fast guap
  Yall them slow boys 
  Yous a broke boy 
  Im a cold boy 
  White tennis chains line up on my neck 
  They look like coke, boy
  Oh, you dry snitchin? 
  Youll get soaked, boy 
  This a Molly, baby
  This aint Altoid 
  Girl, you stuck on up
  Yeah, you talk too much 
  Never shuttin up 
  She gon let me fuck
  So I butter her up
  I dont want the love
  So I hit it rough, yeah
  Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon
  Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom
  Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons 
  Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues 
  Diamonds in my molars, I aint tryna lose a tooth 
  See me in the bando, know I always got my tool
  Know the number one rule that its really not no rules 
  If she choosin me I know that lil bitch choosin you 
  I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce 
  Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels 
  All these cameras on me, wouldve thought I made the news 
  All this paper on me, wouldve thought I made the news 
  Matchin head to toe, you wouldve thought I made these shoes 
  These Balenciagas, they aint comin out til June 
  I aint tryna creep, I aint tryna find no clues 
  Rather be on stage than to be walkin in Blues 
  Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude
  I cant lose, Im that dude
  Gucci suit, Gucci boots
  Gucci coupe, off the goop
  Gotta recoupe, need a juice
  Shoot the hoop, she so loose
  If I hit one gotta hit two
  Thats my rule, ooh 
  Niggas hatin 
  Man, its so annoyin 
  I get big guap 
  Thats by no choice 
  I got big choppers 
  That make no noise
  We get fast guap
  Yall them slow boys
  Yous a broke boy
  Im a cold boy 
  White tennis chains line up on my neck 
  They look like coke, boy
  Oh, you dry snitchin? 
  Youll get soaked, boy 
  This a Molly, baby
  This aint Altoid 
  Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi