(I just told Richie that we rich)

I'm off the grid like Carti
And she wanna ride in my 'Rari
And she wanna go to the party
But we can't, babygirl, I'm sorry
I got some racks to count up
If you wanna smoke, let them know what's up
And I pour the Wock' in my cup
He spill my cup, he catchin' slugs

I take my mind on these Xannies
Please don't make me have to up the trigger
I'm sippin' Wock', fuckin' up my liver
I pour a Tris to go with my dinner
Junya Watanabe, girl, that's the denim
I got a six, you know we gon' kill him
I got a stick tucked into my denim
She gon' get bit, vampire, venom

I'm off the grid like Carti
And she wanna ride in my 'Rari
And she wanna go to the party
But we can't, babygirl, I'm sorry
I got some racks to count up
If you wanna smoke, let them know what's up
And I pour the Wock' in my cup
He spill my cup, he catchin' slugs