[Intro: Lil Yachty]
I'm working on dying
Yeah
[Verse 1: Quadie Diesel & Lil Yachty]
Fucking on bitches, kicking them out
She keep on chatting, dick in her mouth
I got the P's, shipping them out
I just bailed out, ship me down south
Got a fat bitch, lift up her pouch
I love a FUPA, wavy like scuba
Take em to school, I'm Mister Cooper
We going federal, that bitch a trooper
Get to the money I'm Mansa Musa
Fuck all these bitches, like karma sutra
Watching my back, just like a loofah
Get the coin, just like I'm Parking
I work her art, like I was at parsons
He selling drugs, I want a portion
Different color drugs, I'm mighty morphin
It's quadie diesel the diesеl for scorching
It's quadie diesel thе diesel for torching
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yachty Guerrero I'm stacking a fortune
I lie cheat & steal always need me a portion
Wock in my cup yeah the grove and the Morton
Only hit nino cause niggas be shortin
Snitches in here go call up Orkin
Hole in his head now he look like a dorphin
Wait a minute, I mean dolphin
Nah I mean dope fiend
I done spent six figures flat just on codeine
This bitch keep bringing more friends I need more beans
I'm a get top in this bitch from this bitch like a sew in
Said he on go shit, fuck nigga go then
Keep switching sets on the gang he a ho then
He saw that clip from the car like a drive-in
He ain't coming outside then that nigga going die in
[Verse 3: Quadie Diesel]
28's, 16's, 10 packs
Know I talk numbers no can't get your shit back
Got a weak stomach end up with a shit bag
I keep the rabbit Food like a trick hat
Send a bitch home like I already hit that
I got the dome & she can't get her spit back
Fucking a black & white bitch like a mismatch
Know I be snapping Manhattan that's big facts
I got a blrrrdddd! like a motor
I wave a finger they flying i'm Yoda
I put the sugar & cream in the mocha
Bitch know I stand on it like a loafer
Got her legs wide like MJ on the poster
Came up off kale, lettuce & the okra
Keep it omertà like la costra nostra
We got the brown in like a toaster
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I fell in love with the cal tech
Niggas dropped last month why they ain't sell yet
Why ya mans locked up and you ain't bail yet
My niggas locked up they got no bail yet
Woke up this morning like am I in hell yet
You never starved with ya mans you ain't there yet
Opps never slid on this side they ain't that dumb
And if they do I react with a shotgun
Sending them threats got me ready to pop sum'n
Lot of hoe niggas in rap but I'm not one
Barking online man them niggas the hot ones
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Nigga it's up can't let byegonez be byegonez
Nigga it's up can't let byegonz be byegonez
