text: Look, look
  Im armed and dangerous
  Aint no parking at the light, ain’t no stainin us
  Keep a K with us
  Please dont, please dont play with us
  Nah, we up and aimin em
  Aint no hidin, Flossy baby, that’s where I be
  Try me, niggas know that I’m grimey
  Low me , niggas know I’m on time and
  Niggas know that Im grimey, hold on
  Big body like a lineman, wait
  I know how to vibe, but, no, I aint cool
  Look at me funny, bet I shoot up the room 
  Shoot out the coupe, I let it boom
  Nah, I don’t play with these niggas, never
  Play with it
  Niggas know I keep a K with it
  Ace Makavelli wavin it, wavin it
  All my Apes on the loose, aint no tamin em, tamin em
  Step in the game and start changin it, changin it 
  Spin through your block, Tetris, bend it, bend it
  On the opps, scored a shot, Beckham, Beckham, Beckham 
  If I dont got the chop, deck em, deck em, deck em
  Got some brand new chops, test em, test em
  Test it out for me
  Its a opp in the spot, there he go, over there chillin with his bitch
  Point him out, where he at? Then we just gon give the assist
  Send shots, clip him, I bet I empty the clip
  Pop Smoke on Ape timin, but everybody know Im crip
  Hold on, wait, ha-ha-ha
  Hold on, hold on, Sloth
  Wait, I got some more for you
  Yeah, uh, uh, uh
  Lets go, bro
  Niggas know that Im ready
  Lets go, bro
  Niggas know that Im ready
  Look
  Said Im in the Bugatti, racin
  Pacer, pace em
  Put em down, chase em
  Draco, Drac em
  Extendo, thirty
  Perky 30
  Getaway, birdie
  Air it out, hold on
  Its a da-na-na— Uh
  Ayy
  Hold on, ha-ha
  Pop Smoke in the building 
  Ayy, you got me gassed, I cant lie, bro 
  Got me feelin ampy out here, you know what I mean?
  I got that Goyard swag, new Goyard bag 
  They know Im with it
  Woo
  Ayy, you know what, yeah? 
  Normally, I dont do this, yeah
  But I— I wanna pull another beat up 
  Can I do that? 
  Can I— can we do that? 
  Oh
  Lets see what you got in here, ha-ha
  I just picked a random one 
  I aint even know what it is myself
  It— It better be Pop Smoke, dont fuck around, I got something
  Woo
  Yeah
  And we just pulled this one out, a banger, though
   Yeah
  Woo, woo, woo
  Its Big Papi Locsta, big racks only when niggas step on the scene
  Aint nobody told you? Off the braces so Im back to wilding on these streets
  Mister spin in Rovers, Balmains and Gucci sweaters, hoppin out of Vs
  Or Mister— Uh
  Or ASAP or up in ASAT, til you—
  Im a trappin fanatic, hold up, I walk in the spot like, "I want it all"
  Amiri jeans for the denim, hundred clippy in the coat like, "Who wanna ball?"
  Double G for the swag, you can check the tag, Flossy nigga droppin Gs
  Big Benzes for the Bs, double Gs bussin out the jeans, hold on 
  Hold on, wait 
  I got Smash in the place, huh
  I got Brisco in the room, huh
  Bet he gon shoot, boom, huh
  He let it boom, hold on
  Should hardly chill, woo
  My God, my God