Type money

5.56, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)

I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal?

I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)

Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel

Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Skrrt)

I already said that shit (Skrrt)

Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on)

I already planned that shit (bitch)

I was just swervin' the motherfuckin' Tonka

Swervin' this shit right out the motherfuckin' bottom

Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a Perc'

I'm not drinkin' Moscato (hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)

I'm sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)

Yeah, I'm poppin' the motherfuckin' X (hol' on)

Lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)

Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said

And what you heard, bitch

Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)

Yeah, you a bird, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)

I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (Skrrt)

Right off the curb, bitch (Luh curb)

Yeah, seven-seven-seven

Send 'em to heaven

I'm talkin' to God, bitch (phew)

Yeah, you don't know who we are bitch (uh-uh, uh-uh)

I got dirty money buried in dirt, type of money

Put that boy on a shirt (shirt, shirt)

Type of money make the bitch go berserk

Type of money make that bitch go twerk (uh)

Type of money I could ruin your world

And type of money I could take your lil' girl

This type of money got me runnin' the world

This type of gun, it 'bouta hit in his bowels

'Bouta shoot him up, but this is not heroin

Roll 'em down and ditch him with the barrel

I got mob ties way before all of us

I'm a big star, call the astronomers

Got a big car, it gon' fit all of us

Bitch, you gon' need a mil' if you just want a verse

I don't wanna talk, no, I don't wanna converse

Back in the trap with no sign of a hearse

Bonnie and Clyde, got a Glock in her purse, oh, yeah

(Ooh, yeah, yeah)

We them boys who be poppin' them tags, bitch

When that bitch wanna fuck, go 'head

Yeah, my Glock shoot his shot like a fade

Bitch, we know that you broke, keep tabs on ya

Bitch you trippin', you off of them tabs

Like a snake, bitch, we hide in the grass

Made this shit out of motherfuckin' Lego

Made it easy, this shit from the ground

I wanna live too, that's a joke

And she sit on the beach, she a shell

We ride, we look covered in rags

Inside the Urus, the bitch all red (yeah)

Bend the bitch back and I bust on her head (yeah)

One, two, three, four shots leave him dead (he dead)

5.56, big bullets to the head

I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal? (What's the deal?)

I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)

Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel (woo, woo)

5.56, big bullets to the head (woo, woo)

I don't even fuck with nobody, what's the deal?

I'ma lay back, kick back, pop a pill (woo, woo)

Drivin' in the coupe, I don't even grab the wheel

Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (Skrrt)

I already said that shit (Skrrt)

Swervin' the motherfuckin' madness (hol' on, hol' on)

I already planned that shit (bitch)

I was just swervin' the motherfuckin' Tonka

Swervin' this shit right out the motherfuckin' bottom

Yeah, took this shit out on the town, I'ma pop me a Perc'

I'm not drinkin' Moscato (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)

I'm sippin' on lean, lean, I'm green, I'm high as a bird, bitch (phew)

Yeah, I'm poppin' the motherfuckin' X (hol' on)

Lil' bitch, I ain't no nerd, bitch (hol' on, hol' on)

Yeah, hol' on, come on, come and tell me what you said

And what you heard, bitch

Yeah, I got snipers aimin' down at your head (bang, bang)

Yeah, you a bird, bitch, yeah (bang, bang)

I was swervin'-swervin'-swervin' the diamond (Skrrt)

Right off the curb, bitch (Luh curb)

Yeah, seven-seven-seven

Send 'em to heaven, I'm talkin' to God, bitch (phew)

Woo, woo (phew, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Woo, woo

Woo (woo), woo (woo)

Woo (woo), woo (woo)

Woo-woo-woo-woo