[Intro]
(Ayy, what's up foo?)
(Pluto got it knockin'—)

[Chorus]
Pussy real good, I'ma double back
Lil' shawty flexing racks but we doubled that, yeah
In the airport with a hundred racks
Jumping off the PJ, I'ma stunt with that, yeah
You better call Gunna for that Birkin bag
Pardon me, baby, you ain't getting shit, yeah
It ain't 'bout money, don't hit me up
Off of that drank, I ain't giving it up
She keep going, "Woohoo, woohoo"
Yeah, nigga, woohoo, yeah, geeked off woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, ayy, geeked off woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, yeah, ayy, woohoo, yeah

[Verse]
I'm geeked up, got cups of promethazine
I might pull out a whip that you never seen
I got shooters crash that'll catch a death for me
I'ma be a real nigga 'til the death of me
Nigga think I'm with his bitch, or he texting me
Got a lime green whip, they'll remember me
I was laughing at the opps, dropping R.I.P
Got a thirty round clip and it's stormy, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah

[Chorus]
If the pussy real good, I'ma double back
Lil' shawty flexing racks but we doubled that, yeah
In the airport with a hundred racks
Jumping off the PJ, I'ma stunt with that, yeah
You better call Gunna for that Birkin bag
Pardon me, baby, you ain't getting shit, yeah
It ain't 'bout money, don't hit me up
Off of that drank, I ain't giving it up
She keep going, "Woohoo, woohoo"
Yeah, nigga, woohoo, yeah, geeked off woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, ayy, geeked off woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, yeah, ayy, woohoo, yeah

[Verse]
I'm geeked up, got cups of promethazine
I might pull out a whip that you never seen
I got shooters crash that'll catch a death for me
I'ma be a real nigga 'til the death of me
Nigga think I'm with his bitch, or he texting me
Got a lime green whip, they'll remember me
I was laughing at the opps, dropping R.I.P
Got a thirty round clip and it's stormy, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah
Woohoo, woohoo, yeah