[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n***a, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, n***a, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N***a pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, mane
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These n***as groupies, they peons, mane
King of my city like Leon, mane
'Head of these n***as by eons, mane
She let me touch for the freon, mane
So you know that's a must like Elon, mane
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane
I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier's got diamonds all in the middle
Like a n***a pulled up with three eyes, mane
Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane
Everybody got Rollies, that's two-time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt)
In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty n***as know it's up
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n***a, I ain't got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, n***a, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
N***a pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Ski Mask the Slump God]
I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah)
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yohji Yamamoto
Diamonds like sudoku (sudoku)
Runnin' round the city in a toga eating noodles
Think I'm a star, chillin' near Pluto (Water)
Huh, huh, yeah, you knew though (You knew though)
These n***as imposters, acting like the coppers (water)
My diamonds wetter than damn Davy Jones locker (yah, yah)
Sir Ski Slump, yup, bad motherfucker
They feel me like braille 
Big ass belt buckle like Captain K'nuckles
Let my nuts hang like I'm yo' favorite uncle
Royal like Rumble but no need to tussle
They threw you the backhand and what you did, fumble
Beat on that pussy then dust off my knuckles
No Fast 'N Furious car, I got muscle
They say they killers, like Chucky, I chuckle
I keep some guns and some bands in a duffle (Water)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, n***a, I ain't got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
Fifty-five hundred, n***a, that's your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
N***a pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)