Uh, ayy, uh, Lil Boat, Choppa, Lil Boat, Choppa Lil' Boat, Choppa, Lil' Boat, Choppa, Lil' Boat, Choppa Boatboy just copped some diamonds She gon' *** Cause she like, I don't rhyme and it's all about timing Got twenty-two bitches on standby, they *** when i'm seen So can't talk to my kids cause I'm hot like a pepper Don't act *** my way, bitch, just basketball, leather *** which nigga you rather, it better be me Made some algella just for my black tea Can't *** with these niggas and all that rap beef Gotta tech for a hundred, I'm feelin' like money My mouth lookin' sunny, these niggas look funny So I keep the chop, I'm knowin' these niggas Hopin' that I flop, I'ma flop in that pussy It better be gushy, it better be hairless Me and Capri, bitch, I rap without reference When I get her, I'ma *** me a heiress Twenty-four karat, that'll *** up my teeth Bitch, it's so wet that it *** up the sheets Catch me postin' right there on the street Pocket rocket right under the seat In the kitchen, whippin' up the heat Catch perp, get his ass beat Smokin' purp and then I ash it 50 band juke, then I cash it ***in' your hoe, then I pass it Purple and leaned out my passion Make it disappear like it's magic Don't come to the six where it's tragic Bricks wrapped up in elastic And you're up with a bad bitch And all that we smoke is that cabbage I'm a hotbox in a drop top Not a coupe, look like a crock pot Old school cubes in my air Flyin' in an Albatross Rims chopped like applesauce I'ma pay the pussy what it cost Doubles look like two drops Purple squares like hopscotch Rims so up by the rim, no M1 But M1, you niggas cross me, I'm up in it Dumpin' it, huh? I'ma catch a body like a cheerleader I'ma die fly like Alita R.I.P. I'll see ya when I see ya Forty thousand dollars on the code It ain't even cold, I'ma call Peter Whip it up with the 8-beater One band on one sneaker Another band on the other shoe Like a nigga on house arrest Chop the head, you decompress Raisin' bars like bench press Had to get the *** up off my chest Had to get the *** up off my chest Sendin' shots, you might need a vest Twenty-six for a nigga neck Water diamonds, jewelry, scrubs and fancy When I'm on my money, I look like a tiki If you got a problem, nigga, don't you tweet me Lil' Boat, don't do he'll figure Fifteen hundred for a still picture Saint Laurent, nigga, these ain't Jordans Crew full of clothes like I'm hoardin' In the air while you niggas boardin' If you take a right, I'ma stick a fork in That damn Lil' Boat, he's somethin' else, I'll tell you Yeah, that digital nine's somethin' else, too Well, I guess, uh, we gon' go holla at Yachty a little bit He's more emotional, you'll see what I'm talkin' about