[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player (Woah, oh)
I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair (Woah, oh-oh)
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here (Wheezy outta here)
Battlin' all of my darkest fears

[Post-Chorus]
My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me
Likе I left the oven on, I'm burnin' cookiеs
Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would (Would)
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook)
I work the pot like I know how to cook (Cook)
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood

[Verse]
Never rely on my luck when I pop out
I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out (Brr)
Paint you, we draw for the chopper, like, "Chop-chop"
Slide in the 'Vette, we gon' shoot out the drop-top (Brr)
.50-round drum, turn his shirt to a crop-top
Like a track meet, doin' laps on the opp block
Don't beat my meat, I be fuckin' on thot-thots
Flooded out fully, no, this ain't no stopwatch (Woo)
My whip expensive, can't go through a car wash
Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off
Got some money counters, I don't gotta turn off
If checks are involved, then you know I'm all for it
Slide in the 'Ventador, liftin' my doors
My shooter got a mop, but it's not for the floor
Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours
[Chorus]
Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears
Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player (Woah-oh)
I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair (Woah, oh-oh)
Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here (Wheezy outta here)
Battlin' all of my darkest fears

[Post-Chorus]
My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me
Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burnin' cookies
Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would (Would)
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook)
I work the pot like I know how to cook (Cook)
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood