I got that green pullin' out of my wallet I got that blue pullin' out when I'm walkin
Got my diamonds shinin' when I'm talkin' But I'm slidin, they missin' my target
That is why I wear hair off of Mali Mali, Mali, Mali, Mali
Mali, Mali, Mali, Mali Mali, Mali, Mali, Mali
Mali, Mali, Mali I just put two wits together, I smoke me a
Super blunt I f*ck them bitches together, we finna have
Super fun All hail Wavy, I turn it up, we go dumb
We go dumb Can't tell me like it, I move it too tank
I make your bitch smile back like a snake F*ck on your mama, I might be your dad
F*ck on this hoe like it might be my last Might be my last
F*ck on this hoe like it might be my last Why? It might be my last
They make real diamonds, yeah Boy, them is glass, yeah
Hoes throwin' bullets, what? Ain't usin' no hands
F*ck on the sluts, sluts Put her in the trance, trance
I get them racks, I get them racks I get them bands, I get them bands
Bands, bands, bands, bands, bands
That's the check talkin' I just put up on that nigga
And I f*ckin' flexed on it
How can I beef with you? I get no bread from it
How can I hang with you? Boy, you's a fed dummy
Pulled out that FNA and then they ran from me
They ran from me, bitch
Bitch, they ran from me
Bitch, they ran from me
Bitch, they ran from me
Out to the top of the coupe, it's retarded
I got that green pullin' out of my wallet
I got that blue pullin' out when I'm walkin
Got my diamonds shinin' when I'm talkin
When I'm slidin, they missin' my target
That is why I wear hair from Mali
Mali, Mali, Mali, Mali
Mali, Mali, Mali, Mali