Turn me up, Watsy, turn me up, Watsy Redneck, I'm so ***in' mad, bruh Yeah, yeah I shake clothes with killers Who shot, I don't remember That bitch off Coke, remember *** hoes, the Bryce and Teller Make free codes, bite the pillars I cut Coke for dealers If he got more bodies than you You can't look brother, n***a You hustle backers, if he the plug Then why you poke the n***a? If you got power with that Tommy You can't ghost a n***a I *** a bitch, her pussy dry I might use lotion with her Live by the gun, you dyin' bad Them n****s ain't coachin' n****s I really got left with noodles Know a pig who was born to poodle That *** with mood and poodle That *** do feel like voodoo You say you got good gas That *** be doo-doo That *** foo-foo Fans, crack the case Put that *** on YouTube Tone the old hair fresh Outta jail, this *** right here He ain't used to Young n****s coo-coo It don't bump That bitch go hmm-hmm I'm talkin' bout drinks and speeches Bitch, I ain't payin' for kisses I'm an opp, but I love the criticism I know a opp who *** with Christmas Keep that, keep all that That man, you know I'm like Man, what? I brought my land with cash That boy dead, I'm glad I don't speak tongues, pity I don't *** with Vlad In New York, I dress like Phap Too rich to jump in cabs Sip drink, don't *** with Dap She knows he close the tap I'm a smirk, I'm a golden child I'm a street n***a, eat that towel 100 mil, I'ma throw in the towel I make eight bricks, still in style Got an apex, cover the town Make a top bitch come to the lounge If she quiet, then *** her loud Got gas, don't *** with Mal Yeo Yeo Yeo Yeo Yeo Yeo Yeo