[Intro: Lil Tecca]
(Turn you to a dancer)
(Yeah)
(Internet Money, bitch)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me a die or rider, I need me the one
I started from the bottom, you could see thе way I stunt
I want all the diamonds, I want that shit to weigh a ton
The opps, thеy tryna line me 'cause they hate the place I'm from
But them n***as don't know me, they just know the place I'm from
I got lots of shawties tryna pull up to my place
But you ain't want me last year, so just get up out my face
They all up in my inbox, so I know they want a taste
I know they want my downfall, lil' n***a, are you laced?

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD, Both]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone

They see me blowin' up (uh) now they say they want (uh-huh) some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang (yeah)
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom (Phantom)
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb (oh)
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner (oh)
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang (uh) yeah

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
In the Bando (yeah), money in my pocket
Older than your grandfather
We will pull up on your block, shoot twice, grey and bald
Dumb hoe, I’m on a roll, jump on the pussy, no Geronimo
Hop out with that Faygo, that flame on for real (okay)
Bitch, this Gucci on my chains, out Django on chill (okay)
Your bitch gon’ give the neck for real
Told me that I got the sex appeal
I ain’t even have to flex, for real
Really getting to the check, for real
She eat me up like a happy meal
Mickey D that bitch that’s a dinner date, date
Bitches tryna get the best of me, they tryna get my K
She put Percs in my food, tryna date rape wait
I can see the Cosboy in you and I ain’t goin’ for that, ayy
Findin’ drug stashes in my house at the age of eight
I knew them and now that I was gon’ be hot until my grave
I knew them and now that I was meant to never care
Perc, dial prince, 90210, Bel-Air

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Juice WRLD]
I got black, I got white, what you want?
Hop outside a Ghost and hop up in a Phantom
I know I'm 'bout to blow, I ain't dumb
They try to take my flow, I take they ass for ransom
I know that I'm gone
They see me blowin' up, now they say they want some (want some)
I got two twin Glocks, turn you to a dancer (dancer)
I see two twin opps, leave 'em on a banner
And I got two thick thots, wanna link the gang, yeah