[Intro]
Ayo, Pitt, we got one
SumYunGhai with me the shit

[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the n***a that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n***a essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N***as leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
N***a left home, got a gold Patek
Fuck the bitch once and I ain't call her back
Wunna too rich, I'm hard to catch
Silly bitch sent me a horrible text
Wunna not the one to argue with
Landed in Houston where Harden at
A lot of these rappers be starting cap
Need to get some drip, just watch me
I took a hit, still can't stop me
But usually cut the tax on Roxi
The gang but I call 'em my posse
You pussies should be riding in a carseat
I'm ridin' in her pussy like broccoli
Bitch lyin got a n***a so salty
This cash got me fucking on Barbies
Know you adore me
Broke her heart, no, ain't nothing free
N***a tried to screw like Bun B
Road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The road to the riches, ain't nothing sweet
The Rolls Cullinan got love seats
The Wock' got the double cup muddy
[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the n***a that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n***a essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N***as leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)

[Verse 2: Justin Rarri]
Got a bad bitch, she act a hella goofy though
I don't bring her around me, she talk a lot
That my n***a, he know he don't act like a ho
Know that I'm blowing up first and n***as not
And I know that they plotting, I keep a Glock
R.I.P. n***as that walked in the cross fire
Always back out my pole at a red light
Shawty asking if a n***a paranoid (ouu woah-oh)
Moonwalking at sixteen
Diamonds hittin', boutta Toosie Slide while n***a fuckin ya hoe
Told them n***as don't text me
N***a, I be rolling on exotic, finna get me out my zone
My momma say she miss me
Told her I be trapping, she be laughing, bitches crying on her phone
We gon' prove when that fuck n***a step up
Bae don’t judge me, I smoke lotta pressure
I be high as fuck, no n***as liking us
Your bitch booked up, Telly inviting us
And that’s prolly why that fuck n***a mad
Know he better stay in his bag
In the quarantine season uh
Trapping for the week
Diamonds hitting, make a n***a start to blinking
Get to bussin' if a n***a start thinking, know that they watching
[Chorus: Justin Rarri]
R.I.P. the pussy then heartbreak
Shorty eating salad that parsley
Put the bands on your man, watch the car shake
In the Louis V bag should be more cake
Bitch, I be the n***a that they all hate
I ain't ever finna listen what they all say
Count up big bread in broad day
Said I don't regret them hard days
Essential
Gotta keep the ruger on the hip, n***a essential
I just fucked a cougar in the backseat of a rental
Fucking with me 'cause she really think I be the answer
Wish a n***a would roll 'em up in a pencil
Two Dracos, get 'em gone, no silencio
N***as leaving nun, ain't no evidence
Run the bag on 'em, like oh Imma tax 'em (oh Imma tax 'em)