No Tilt (Prod.TM88)

Ayy!

Haha, basic smoke

Water! Pussy boy, huh, look at it

Bet, bet, bet, bet (look at it), bet

Look at it, look at it, look at it!

Bet, bet (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!)

Yuh (ayy!), yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh

Diamonds on loop-de-loop

So big it look like a hoop-de-hoop

They tryna lock me in pigeon coop

Even if so I would chop the roof

Slick like I'm Rick

Slick like a fork after used to eating ramen noodles

I'm on a hunt like Attila the Hun or it's winter way

Hungry for caribou (water!)

Tryna bag me a bad and boujee barbie boo

That be flipping like nickel when I rendezvous

How I recycle money it's like déjà vu

This not Snakes on a Plane, this is Gucci on my suit

Whoops, I gave her sauce like oops

We smoking, smell like a poop

I just spilled sauce like whoops

I just spilled sauce like, sauce like

Sauce like, sauce like

Sauce, sauce, sauce

I just spilled sauce like whoops

We smoking, smell like a poop

Oops, whoops

I just spilled sauce like whoops

I just spilled sauce like oops

We smoking, smell like a poop (water!)

Diamonds, I like diamonds

Niggas hate me cause I'm gettin' this guap

Spend it all on diamonds

Niggas fuck with me when I was coming up

But I'm on they hatin'

That don't make sense

We all gettin' money boy why is you tense

Washed up rappers be rinsed

Bentley or Benz, whichever I'm in

Got a bitch and her friends

I live for my enemies, pray for my sins

I beat that bitch mouth

Leave a child on her chin

Ring on my finger, nine times ten

Fuck with the kid if you wanna lose friends

I just met the bitch and she gave me her stance

My bitch from Vienna, ain't talkin' 'bout skin

I'm a rich young nigga from the county

You a fake blood you don't bank bounty

Better ask your main bitch how she found me

Keep young real niggas all around me

I said fuck cops, G-Wagon, truck stops

Got a big knot, ayy! (ayy)

Diamonds they loop-de-loop

Hop in the coupe and swoop

You is a Juicy Fruit

You don't got juice you fruit

Hop on that track and poop

I'm spittin' that shit I'm the truth

Bustin' that mac out the roof (nigga, money)

My bitch got an attitude

Girl, I got a saline bag for you

My bitch is so magical

Make her disappear like a spectacle

I'ma hit 'em with the Batman, uh

Call me Master Bruce

.45 make a nigga tap dance

With the Mac in the backpack

I just spilled sauce like whoops

We smoking, smell like a poop

Oops, whoops

I just spilled sauce like whoops

I just spilled sauce like oops

We smoking, smell like a poop (water!)

I just spilled sauce like whoops

We smoking, smell like a poop

Oops