| Bleach blonde boy call me Oli Hanazawa |
| All black Timbs yellin' fuck Balenciaga (Fuck 'em) |
| Boy you gettin' robbed tell yo' girlfriend sayonara |
| (Aye, yuh, shoo, shoo) |
| Tell yo' girlfriend sayonara |
| Knock you out yo' retros like I’m All Might (All Might) |
| Fillin' like I’m Metro, prod is so tight |
| Uzumaki diamonds doin' spirals on my left wrist |
| Damier all on my waist I know you see dem checks bitch |
| Quai Gon Jin up innis blunt I’m smokin' on that light green |
| My drip on 2006 like oh I think they like me |
| Ridin' round in a 2 door |
| My bitch twistin' up the spliff |
| Champagne on the floor boards |
| That’s some rich boy shit |
| You live wit' yo parents |
| I touch down in Paris |
| It’s rainin' out |
| I drop the top I’m draped up in Arctyrx |
| I touch down in London |
| Burnout Boys we international |
| Countin' up big blue hunneds, you know all my jeans is Kapital |
| I flex cause that’s all I know |
| Size 11 Jordan 4's |
| Fuckin' wit Lil Oli F |
| That F it stand for Fendi bro' |
| I been duckin' l’s like I’m allergic to dem shits |
| I need the finest garments so I’m splurgin' on them shits |
| Bleach blonde boy call me Oli Hanazawa (ooh) |
| All black Timbs yellin' fuck Balenciaga (Fuck 'em) |
| Boy you gettin' robbed tell yo' girlfriend sayonara |
| (Aye, yuh, shoo, shoo) |
| Tell yo' girlfriend sayonara (uh) |
| Bleach blonde boy call me Oli Hanazawa |
| All black Timbs yellin' fuck Balenciaga (Fuck 'em) |
| Boy you gettin' robbed tell yo' girlfriend sayonara |
| (Aye, yuh, shoo, shoo) |
| Tell yo' girlfriend sayonara |