Let’s Do It

—Up? (What? What?) Oh, what's up? (What? What?) Oh, what's up? (uh, Rich Kidz) Oh, what's up? (and SkoolBoi) Oh, what's up? (What? What?) Oh, what's up? (What? What?) Oh, what's up? (uh, Rich Kidz) Oh, what's up? (and SkoolBoi) Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest, uh (pop out) Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest (woah) Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I'm tatted like I'm Spanish We go SVJ, it's a pool party, text me when you landin' Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto Sittin' in the Corvette with two vibes, molly on the ho Uh, uh, uh, I put some molly on 'em hoes I put some swagger on that ho, Juelz Santana on my phone Red bandana, I'm old, old-ass hundreds, copped more Maison Margiela my redbone, SRT for the young boys Spend a whole mill' in the borough, put it in the pot for tomorrow Yeah, we goin' shoppin' tomorrow, I'm puttin' my bitch in Armani Pop it off, shake up the lobby (ah), everything we do is atomic (say twin) Pink Polo, color salmon (woah), swag deadly, I'm so ironic Rock it out, Tame Impala, hundred M's, fuck goin' to college South Atlanta, came with my posse, G6, it's not no Roxy Big bitch, I built the body, geeked up, they talk about me Spin through a lil' molly, stolen car with no mileage Omertà Gang, they don't know about it, geeked up like a co-pilot I ain't gotta say nothin', baby, money gon' talk for me, I can stay quiet Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I'm tatted like I'm Spanish We go SVJ, it's a pool party, text me when you landin' Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (pop out just like the Rich Kidz) Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (no, seriously) Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (let's do it) Name banging, gang banging, gun slinging, chain takers (ayy) Dope boy lifestyle (ayy), Chrome Heart with no label (ayy) Mama couldn't afford cable, now, the big house with no neighbors (ah) Real P, I had to put it down, I'm your bitch favorite now (ayy) Bitches like I'm Flavor Flav, takin' this shit day by day (ayy) Geek like Faebo, sellin' bricks like J-Bo now (ayy) Youngin got rich off of hits, real Atlanta '90s baby shit I ain't go to high school, I was in the school high (ayy) I been on some young turnt shit, way before Skooly drop this House party, we was throwin' dubs, stolen cars to the teen clubs (ayy) I don't got to lift a finger up, brodie'nem get shit done We was all night on them corners, black Nike boots, white ones Put the Patek on the Vacheron, mob business, living like a Don Bro got knocked, I'm takin' care of his son Send another hundred to my mom (ayy) Go and take a trip, have fun, Metro Bloomin' in the blunt Ain't knock his hustle in for nothin', tryna leave a billi' to my sons Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (pop out just like the Rich Kidz; ayy, let's do it) Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (no, seriously, yeah, yeah) Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (CBFW on these motherfuckers) Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (let's do it) Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest Yeah, spend that shit on a Brabus, look at my ho, she the baddest Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I'm tatted like I'm Spanish We go SVJ, it's a pool party, text me when you landin'