[Verse 1: Scoot]
Okay, I'm fly (yessir), let’s just get that out the way
Yes, I'm drippin' every day
I did not come here to play
What you say? I ain’t hear that
Bitch, I'm flyer than you
Imma keep it two Virgils, yeah, I'm higher than you
Keep them racks all in my bag, all this shit I never had
Doug E Fresh, I know you mad
Please don't hate or you get dragged
Bitches pull up and get smashed
Fill her up, I'm talkin' gas
Now she sippin from this flask
Then she swallow, that's her task
Drip flow, I can show you how to do that
Get low, she a savage, we been through that
Ooh, whoa, on my toes where the groove at
Go slow, speed it up, bring that move back
I'm selfish, where the weed at
Abnormal like a six-pack
Gold out where my wrist at
And you hatin’ cause you dig that
Good pussy like a house-cat
Beat it like a boom-bap
Treat it to a house like lemme eat it, that’s a snack-wrap
[Verse 2: Shofu]
Said it's "fuck that bitch" till I fuck that bitch
Then it’s "fuck that bitch", then I duck that bitch
She was lookin' at me funny, I don't trust that bitch
Shit, I got too many bitches, had to cut that bitch
Finna shit all in my chopper, how I'm dumpin’ that clip
Treat yo crib like it's a jersey, how I run in that shit
Got the sun on my wrist
Told her what she wanna hear, she comin through, I kick her out, there ain't no love in that bitch
Bounce you off the wall, ricochet
I hate all you n***as, when you die, we finna celebrate
Back up off my shit, heard you was eating off my dinner plates
I never stop getting paid
My bank account be growin like a sideways figure eight
Quick to pull that trigger n***a, I don't ever hesitate
You n***as too loud, I keep the peace but I don't meditate
You Cal Naughton, n***a you ain't beatin' second place
You lil n***as in the ring with heavyweights, bitch

[Chorus: VI Seconds]
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
There ain't nothing that I really gotta say, bitch
Fingers blue from touching hunnids every day, bitch
Gettin' backrubs, your wifey feed me grapes, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
There ain't nothing that I really gotta say, bitch
I'm that n***a, you can see it in my face, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
[Verse 3: OmarComesUp]
You say you a real one, man that's cap
Talkin' like you tough but you stay hiding in them chats
Why you got your hand out? You cannot gimme no dap
I feel like I'm Shredder cause I can't fuck with no rats
(Aye, yuh, aye) and that's facts
I'm sorry to tell you but your favorite rapper trash
I stay with your girl, she can't help but throw it back
She gon buss it, then I sample it and turn it to a clap (Aye)
Now she can't get over me
Chopper stay up in the trunk like it's groceries
If you text me, I'm gon' let it sing like Jodeci
N***as getting taxed if they ask me for a lower fee
Bad lil bitch from overseas, head game is on asinine (Whoa!)
My whole team eatin', you can't match my appetite (No!)
Do not try me, I will send you to the afterlife
N***as know that I can [?] that fire like an acolyte

[Verse 4: Token Black]
Bitch I do it, does it, fuck it, n***a, shoutout to the gang, huh
N***as see us movin' and they try to do the same, huh
I was out in Cali smokin' purple every day, huh
Y'all ain't got no money so you lowerin' the grade
Tryna stretch it out
When I'm 'round, they don't got shit to say
I'm in Texas now
Got a problem? Show me where the fade
You can't leave me out
Money moves that make you go insane
Can you see me now?
Walked up in his dream and took everything he dreamin' 'bout
Aye, money, guap movin', huh
If it's 'bout some money, that's some shit I talk fluent, huh
On another level, there's no way you gettin' to it, huh
That's cause what you say and what you doin' ain't congruent, huh
N***a you can't even count all the numbers that we run up
We don't have to weigh it, we take it and roll the blunt up
I was with the gang, it ain't no impostors among us
N***as talk online like n***as really can't get fucked up
[Verse 5: VI Seconds]
Yo
I been that n***a, uh, I ain't ever really gotta say that shit
Money comin' when I do nothin, you stressed at work and you hate that shit
Hate the people you live around, but ain't takin' steps to just change that shit
Dead inside and you try to hide it, don't wanna smile but you fake that shit
'Til you can't take that shit
Complain but you won't face that shit
Mad I'm talkin' money b, cause bitch I really make that shit
All up on my socials, phone in hand, you typin' [?] shit
But pray that we keep feet away because you know I break ya shit
Mean, I'm cozy from not quittin' on my dreams
When I smile, I got 20K sittin' on my teeth
Bitch, I'm fly
Pull up to bodegas in a limousine
You can't see inside but you think your shorty here with me
And it ain't a lie
Hit and I ain't even have to scheme
Looked her into her eyes and said "This the place you tryna be
Baby, get inside"
Face all in my lap, I'm countin' green
Then she gettin' creamed, then it's back to you, she gotta leave

[Chorus: VI Seconds]
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
There ain't nothing that I really gotta say, bitch
Fingers blue from touching hunnids every day, bitch
Gettin backrubs, your wifey feed me grapes, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
There ain't nothing that I really gotta say, bitch
I'm that n***a, you can see it in my face, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch
Sa da tay, bitch