Madearight, yeah
I crashed the whip then hopped into a knight, yeah
Diamonds on me put them in the light, yeah
I got 'em on me like it's fucking stripes, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Madearight, yeah (Right)
I crashed my whip then hopped into a knight, yeah (Skrt)
Diamonds on me put them in the light, yeah (Yeah)
I got 'em on me like it's fucking stripes, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
In a coupe, yeah (Coupe) when me pull
Up them hoes they get me loose, yeah (Git)
Four Gang kicking on the roofs, yeah (Kick)
We out this bitch then we gon' make
Them moves, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Made 'em run 'cause I got the gun, got the gun (Brr)
Moon is up, we anonymous until it's sun, yeah (Yeah)
Four-Eight Gang yeah we pull up then we fucking gone (Gang)
Deepest ends, that's where all this shit just'd begun, yeah (Real)
They been tryna keep me down like I'm in a disguise, yeah (Facts)
Then they heard the shit I put out and got paralyzed, yeah (Facts)
Can't trust nobody right behind me, swear these bitches whale (Facts)
'Cause I can see it in their eyes, yeah yeah they overwhelmed
P-Pop 'em like a pill, yeah (Pop)
We raidin' 'round they know we way too trill, yeah (Kick it)
Switch the gears, speedin' through the hills, yeah (Skr-skrt)
Disappear - fire out the rear, yeah, ay
I got her in the mood that I been wanting to
She got me for the night, yeah I'ma do her right
Swear I been on the go, my attitude so low
They got me fucked up since I'm tryna moving out the zone, yeah

Make it out the zone
Real to the bone
My attitude so low
Swear I been on it
Make it out the zone (Zone)
Real to the bone (Bone)
My attitude so low (Low)
Swear I been on it (It)

Madearight, yeah (Right)
I crashed my whip then hopped into a knight, yeah (Skrt)
Diamonds on me put them in the light, yeah (Yeah)
I got 'em on me like it's fucking stripes, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
In a coupe, yeah (Coupe) when me pull
Up them hoes they get me loose, yeah (Git)
Four-Eight Gang kicking on the roofs, yeah (Kick)
We out this bitch then we gon' make
Them moves, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Up in hills where we fucking kill (Kill)
The diamonds icy, drip'n'spill, God they look so ill (Skr-skrt)
I been rocking with the shit, Patek on the wrist (Racks)
When I be showing off that wrist all about the wrist
Fifth gear shaking up the rear, yeah
Hoppin' in the Lear, balance looking clear, yeah
Fuck I ain't got no shit to prove, still I'm making moves
Bad bitches like a troup, I don't got to choose
Pullin' up ways they be thinking I flex
I been mindin' my shit and I'm countin' the checks, yeah
Fuckin' the hoes yeah that's word to my ex
Lizzy comin' to you with the craziest tracks - bless