| Aye Sawbuck tell em' whatchya on |
| Shit I’m boolin mane |
| Haha, lemme hit that dope though |
| Aye, Freewave, Freewave, Freewave |
| Aye, Aye, Aye |
| Aye, Aye |
| 10 hunnid, Sawbuck, Freewave |
| Gangsta Grillz Jr |
| Cut and sew Supreme baby this is not no Polo |
| Underdog shawty, dodging balls from them dojos |
| Posted by the store, I’ll be the door, by my high school whore |
| She know that I’m gone, it’s a rope, she gon' clear my soul |
| Or attitude, and ain’t no healing mine |
| Judge them off first impressions, His jewelry sad as mine |
| It’s one of them and one of them |
| She it’s more than water duh |
| So she just gon' cater to me whenever I need it |
| I read it, like oh so clear |
| Under your words is braille on there |
| But I’m trying to peep it |
| But your voice led to deceiving |
| The laughing |
| Lean stains on my hoodie, laugh it out |
| That’s the high fashion |
| Busting down a zip like it’s the first pick of the draft man |
| Pumping out my grandma’s house like fuck trap it’s a gas can |
| Bumping on his block, we stole the stash up out his trashcan |
| And I’m like «aye, aye, aye» |
| Riding in that Chevy |
| I’m like «aye, aye» |
| Sawbuck, he swerving |
| I’m like «aye, aye» |
| Aye Sawbuck tell these niggas man, they ain’t fucking with us man |
| Y’all ain’t fucking with us man, we been doing this shit, fuck you talking |
| about? |
| Yo lil goof ass boy |
| Gangsta Grillz ya bastard! |