Singer: Drake, Fivio Foreign, Sosa GeekComposer: DrakeLike what?(Who made this?) Yeah, yeah(JB made this, hahahaha)Six, six, six, six, six, sixBaowYeahFivi, Sosa, viral, movieI’m in this bitch with the WooskiBall in the summer like Drew LeagueChampagne got me loopyGlizzy Bop lookin’ groovyAll the demons lookin’ moody (What?)All the demons lookin’ moodySkrrt ’round there in your ends, whole southside on tenNot like them, make men lean out BenzThat’s how a man get blem, you and your friendsThis Hermés from runway, this ain’t Ralph LaurenTell them again, loved her way back whenDrunk so I type “Je t’aime” but don’t hit sendSend some bread to the penAll my G’s are blessed, we check in for themWhole lotta charges laid to this dayNo confessions for themMan really feel no ways, these man wasteNo progression for themThink you’re bad, just wait, food get ateAnd that’s just lessons for themSosa (Sosa), Fivi (Fivi), lookin’ like KD and Kyrie (I am)My TD Bank is on what? (What?)My TD Bank is on Kylie (Ayy, ayy)Tribeca in the lobby, all these niggas gettin’ dodgy (Baow)When we see ’em, it’s a body (Ayy, ayy, ayy)Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral), movie (Movie)I’m in this bitch with the Wooski (I am)Ball in the summer like Drew LeagueChampagne got me loopy (Baow)Glizzy Bop lookin’ groovy (Baow)All the demons lookin’ moody(All the demons lookin’ moody)Ayy, ayy, ayyMove (Move), get out the way (Get out the way, lil’ bitch), uhSay the wrong thing, you’ll get shot in your face (Baow, yeah)
Fivi (Fivi), laced (Laced), I put the opps in they place (Opp)Yeah, if you a gangster, then you gotta relate (Ayy, ayy, ayy)She got a face that you cannot mistakeShe paid for the food and we went on a dateHead game great, huh, she let me nut on her face, ayy, ayy, ayyUh, every time she link, she come with an eighth (Baow)Viral, you ain’t never make a movie with Drake (Baow)Sponsor (Sponsor), I take a Perc, now I’m turned to a monster (Turned to a monster)Uh, I’m in the court like “I’m sorry, your honor” (I’m sorry, your honor, lil’ bitch, baow)I killed the opp, but I ain’t catchin’ no karma (Baow, baow)Yeah, I killed the opp, but I ain’t catchin’ no karma (Ayy, ayy, ayy)Fivi (Fivi), Sosa (Sosa), viral (Viral), movie (Movie)I’m in this bitch with the Wooski (I am)Ball in the summer like Drew LeagueChampagne got me loopyGlizzy Bop lookin’ groovy (Ayy, what? What?)All the demons lookin’ moody (Ayy, look)Ayy, ayyBitch, I’m a demon in the nightAnd I’m a shark up underwater (I am)I got shooters in New YorkAnd I got shooters across the border (What?)I call Drake and tell him off ’em (Drake)Ayy, I call Drake and tell him off ’em (What?)If they Woo walk, I probably taught ’em (I did)I got the money, they say that I’m giftedFuck sale, so I’m givin’ out gift stamps (I am)Highway, me and Fivio lifted (What?)London, man, I need me a thick bitch (A thick)And a Louis bag just so I can fit me the grip in (Grip)I got the swag, so tell me the differenceMike Amiri, best believe they fittedShe wanna fuck, but I ain’t with itHeadshot, knock him off his fittedPunch him out, send that boy to that dentistTalkin’ Henny, it better be Privilège, ayyBaow, what?It better be PrivilègeFivi, Sosa, viral, movieI’m in this bitch with the WooskiBall in the summer like Drew LeagueChampagne got me loopyGlizzy Bop lookin’ groovyAll the demons lookin’ moody (What?)All the demons lookin’ moodyAyy, ayy