[Intro: Kodak Black, Yeat & LAZER DIM 700]
Snipin' shit (Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam), yeah, it's a lifestyle
Ooh, ooh (Fuck, fuck, give me that back), fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (King Tonk')
I'm still high as shit, (I'm still high as shit)
I'm still high (I'm still high), I'm still— (Fly), shit
[Chorus: Yeat with Kodak Black]
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh
Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh
I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back
Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah
Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me
Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', ah
[Verse: Kodak Black & Yeat]
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (This ain't LV)
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton
Now tell me you can't tell this custom (Give me that back)
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I'm still high as shit)
See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high)
How high you still tryna get nigga? (I'm still— fly, nigga high as shit)
I stay high as bees (Don't I?)
I get fly like wings (Don't I?)
I can hardly sleep (Hardly)
Every day Halloween
I don't want weed, I'm on a bean
I'm a roller, not a stoner
Even rehab gon' hurt
You can't even pay me to be sober
So fly, thought I could fly
Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah)
Eight Percs to the face, need a chauffeur
Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?"
Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony
Tre 57 sport, Oakland Park, 'member me?
Pay me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit
[Chorus: Yeat & Kodak Black]
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Tryna cut yo' head off (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh
Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh (Fucked up)
Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh
I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back
Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah
Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', hah
[Outro: Kodak Black]
Drop the ski, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black
