[Intro Lil Uzi Vert, and Juice WRLD]
Straight bars (Uh huh, yeah)
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm working on dying) (Ima talk some shit) (I'm in the cut with an aerial) (Um)

[Verse 1 Lil Uzi Vert]
Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Or your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's

[Chorus Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in hеr mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat fastеr than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got?
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)

[Verse 2 Lil Uzi Vert]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really cop nothin' at the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a bitch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a nigga with a 17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen a nigga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed
And that last boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly

[Chorus Lil Uzi Vert and Juice WRLD]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Let's go, Uh huh, let's go) (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Uh-huh)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Ew)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

[Verse 3 Juice WRLD]
Um, I'm bound to blow up like a aerial (Yeah)
The niggas with me don't really speak no English
They scream and they shoot like barbarians (Oh yeah)
I just saw a pussy, I just saw a rat
Who just let Tommy and Jerry in? (Oh yeah)
These niggas don't really be niggas
These niggas be bitches (Sheesh), who let Tyler Perry in? (Gleesh)
Um, the gun I'ma carry it (Gra, gra)
Wet 'em up, no aquarium (Yeah, yeah)
Thirty clip hanging out the .45 (Brra)
Make it look scarier (Let's go, brra)
Ain't been this high in a long time (Yeah)
Everyday my money on time (Yeah)
Your woman blowin' up my phone line (Yeah)
Told her I'll fuck her on my own time (Let's go)
Strap, aim at your noodle, yes, yes
That's what amateurs do (Brra, brra)
Bitch, I'm a dog, bitch, I'm an animal, I'm out the zoo
I up the Glock, make 'em jump like hopscotch (Brra, brra)
Leave his ass sick like the flu
Bad bitches, need two, yeah
Don't trust him, he fool, yeah
Hangin' out the roof in Balenciaga shoes
Virgil Abloh on me too (Come on)
Fresh ass nigga, all these pest ass niggas
I'ma press that nigga, I'ma shoot (Boom)
I'm a vet ass nigga, a Patek ass nigga
Tryna find peace, Ron Artest ass nigga (Ayy)
They see blonde dreads, try and test that nigga
I'ma have to cardiac arrest a nigga
Doing Bernie like old yella' (Yeah)
Money the age of a old fellow (Yeah, yeah)
Nicknamed my .45 Mayweather
It's a thot, it's a ho, a Hugh Hefner
Got the pot on the stove, super chef
I'm 2Pac with the juice, Makavelli
Hundred shots in the tool, battle ready
Dunk on the bitch, I rim-rattle, McGrady
Ice on your bitch and a tinted Mercedes (Uh-huh)
Dick so good she started to pay me (Uh-huh)
I got the cup like I came from the '80s (Uh-huh)
There's white in my cup like I came from the '80s (Ayy)
You sittin' in coach with your bitch and your baby (Ayy)
I'm up in first with my first fuckin' lady (Ayy)
She been lovin' the way I been fuckin' her lately (Ayy)
Fuck around, fuck around, (Let's go) give her a baby (Let's go)

[Chorus Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Uh-huh)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Ew)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

[Verse 4 Lil Uzi Vert]
Multi bitches
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go)
I'ma keep it real
Armstrong, marathon when I'm on a bike like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
I can make her kneel, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion
I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' plenty
I can fuck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on a Perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was fuckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
Fuckin' that bitch and now she tryna spin me
No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these niggas every day like they Kenny
If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get near me
I flex on my haters, pull up, threw a fifty
Yo' bitch on my dick and her breath smellin' minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Some Pradas, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I spend it all on that lil' bitch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it easy with your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me

[Chorus Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

[Verse 4 Juice Wrld]
Uh, um, I remember I was on the run
I was hitting licks just for fun, even though I was broke
No, I ain't have enough dough so I was tryna get me some
Tryna rob me, nah
Tryna rob me, nigga, you dumb, best believe I'm gon' keep one
Got a .30 with a drum, got a horny ass gun on me
I'ma up it, get to bustin', make it cum
Got a horny ass ho on my phone, wonder what she on
I'ma make her bust it open, make her cum, yeah
Fendi coat help me hide gun, yeah
Wet 'em up, fire hydrant, yeah
Call my Draco Neji, yeah, sixty-four shot dry gun, yeah
So many drugs around me, if you with me you gon' try some, yeah
I got the blunt and the Actavis
I pour a four with a potion, I'm passionate
I'm wreakin' havoc, I'm chillin' with savages
Shootin' like Mavericks with them automatics
Radical but I move highly irrational
Beat a nigga ass in the club like Raditz
Guess I forgot all of my home trainin'
'Cause everywhere we go, we keep the ratchet

[Chorus Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)