| Aye |
| I just let my chain hang |
| Swangin' on 'em (yeah, yeah) |
| You know I got that juice |
| Now these bitches on us (pop) |
| They all sound the same, same |
| I can’t get on it (yeah, yeah) |
| Birds in the Coupe |
| Every round on us |
| Weavin' through the traffic (yeah, yeah) |
| You can roll my dope |
| Don’t make a habit of it (yeah, yeah) |
| I took his spot |
| He thought he had it (yeah, yeah) |
| I know you know it never mattered to me |
| Every day I let the razor |
| Do the talkin', talkin' |
| Such a shame |
| That this money’s |
| All you really wanted |
| Every night I need a lighter |
| This one barely sparkin' |
| Every morning |
| Dark clouds |
| Hang above me, fuck- (SESH) |
| Aye |
| I just let my chain hang |
| Swangin' on 'em (yeah, yeah) |
| You know I got that juice |
| Now these bitches on us (pop) |
| They all sound the same, same |
| I can’t get on it (yeah, yeah) |
| Birds in the Coupe |
| Every round on us |
| Yeah |
| Different colored stones |
| Look like Now and Laters |
| Lit up like it’s Christmas |
| Feelin' like I’m AWAITED |
| She don’t know, no |
| Only now or later |
| Reptilian my interior crocodile, alligator |
| I don’t ever gotta try too hard |
| He got knocked off |
| He took it too far |
| I don’t ever gotta try too hard |
| Under the neon room |
| As I kick my boots up |