[Intro: Sean Kingston, Trippie Redd, & Both]
Kingston (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna go too (Yeah, yeah)
Big tour, ah
Okay, woah
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Lil Mosey]
In the front of trenches, get them chicks and send them shells
Hand 'em all my shit, holler tipsy, countin' mill'
Draco got a kick, I let it rip, I give 'em hell
And I'm triple six, you talkin' shit, I leave you pale
She go to the crib, I make her moan, scream and yell
She bounce on the dick and hit it, split in different pairs
You too worried 'bout a bitch, you need to worry about yourself
Light it up, woah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Sean Kingston]
We comin' through the rocks every time we talk slow (Woah)
I swear gyaldem say they love me cause they know I run the town (Let's go)
Catch me swerving on a Ra-a-a (Ra)
I'm flossin', oh, for all the times I cry (Cry, woah)
Remember when I was broke, only dreamin' 'bout the check (Brr)
And I was told TSA was flyin' on the jet (Let's go)
Mama said somethin', gon' get to her
Like [?], I [?] to her
Trip, Mosey on a song, I got to it (What)
Shawty had a chance but she just blew it (Let's go)
Diamonds on me dancin', Toosie Slide (Yeah man)
Turnt shawty to a freak, I can't wait to try
[?] girl like tell you know love (True that)
[?] take a look at my eyes, oh (Woah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Sean Kingston]
In the front of trenches, get them chicks and send them shells
Hand 'em all my shit, holler tipsy, countin' mill'
Draco got a kick, I let it rip, I give 'em hell
And I'm triple six, you talkin' shit, I leave you pale
She go to the crib, I make her moan, scream and yell
She bounce on the dick and hit it, split in different pairs
You too worried 'bout a bitch, you need to worry about yourself
Light it up, woah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Racks to the roof, I know
Is it me or my niggas opposed?
[?], how I go
She gon' fuck for sure
We rock Dior
These bands stuck on the floor
Fuckin' that bitch, then I kick her out
Then I go hit her some more
Shawty a big body
[?] biggest room
And some bitches in a Rarri
Don't got shit for nobody
Keep some racks beside me
Flyin' and I'm gone, and I'm somewhere you can't find me
We in the stars and we in it like we wishin'
Too many cars in my driveway, I be whippin'
Too many clothes in my closet, shit go missin'
Niggas used to talkin' 'bout me and we get to trippin', oh
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
In the front of trenches, get them chicks and send them shells
Hand 'em all my shit, holler tipsy, countin' mill'
Draco got a kick, I let it rip, I give 'em hell
And I'm triple six, you talkin' shit, I leave you pale
She go to the crib, I make her moan, scream and yell
She bounce on the dick and hit it, split in different pairs
You too worried 'bout a bitch, you need to worry about yourself
Light it up, woah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
