Put you in a fantasy, call it Fantasia
Pull up in the new whip, we call it Bentayga

Got you for Christmas, now I'm screamin' like Mariah
We gon' exile you just like Pariah
Why would I trust you? You just a liar
We gon' get climbin' up, yeah, we goin' higher

Boy, this shit ain't worth it, just go retire
Niggas and bitches, yes, I'm fuckin' tired
But we rough on the ground like a fuckin' tire
Screamin' out loud, you finna summon Nigga Myers

Nigga Myers, if this shit's you, we gon' have your ass on a flyer
How the fuck your bitch? She really says she tired
I don't know why she cappin', but she a real liar
Your bitch says you like my sauce, she sayin' she on fire

She say she want sumn to eat, I'm her favorite buyer
She says she sober, I'ma put your ass on a poster
She say you better not be a loafer
I told Shawty, come on in, sit on the sofa

Nigga said I was lucky like a four-leaf clover
I'ma have that nigga KJ shoot you with a drum
Once that bullet hit your head, that shit ain't fun
Once he pull up with sticks, your ass gon' run

Once that bullet hit your face, the last thing you gon' see is the sun
What the fuck? Nigga, what the fuck
Your bitch, she says she wanna fuck
After that bullet hit your head, you better really have some luck

Nigga, once you leave the cut, you better know you don't leave no dust
Then Shawty start actin' up, I don't got no trust
Once that nigga start talkin' shit, we gon' have to pack him up
Caught her around the corner, all we hear is smoke and blunt

Nigga, we gon' shoot your ass when we in the trunk
Nigga said he gon' pull up, I don't really give a fuck
Shawty says she wanna fuck, I was like, that's what's up
Then I say we was 50 deep in the trunk

If your bitch stay with you after I meet her up, that's really somethin' luck