Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy, yeah
I'm ready to go (Go)
You litta' boy, you a bitch, I'm ready for war
I'm ready for smoke
Yeah yeah yeah, ayy, yeah
I'm ready to go (Go)
You litta' boy, you a bitch, I'm ready for war
I'm ready for smoke
Count up my racks-
I throw them racks up 'cause I'm lit (I'm lit)
Spendin' 10k on my fit (Yeah yeah)
Imma go empty the shit at Neimans
I'm addicted to the price, I'm feindin'
So you do not want to be on my team, I see it
I'm treatin' that hoe, like Mike, just beat it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh, yeah
I'm ready to go (Go)
You litta' boy, you a bitch, I'm ready for war
I'm ready for smoke
Count up my racks, I count up my guap
These niggas some bitches, these niggas some hoes
I got some ice, it's all on my neck
I'm feelin' that shit, it feel like it snow
Yeah
Diamonds my neck
I'm with your bitch, balenci my pants
I'm at the bank, I got me a check
Like I'm at the gym, I'm 'bout to go flex
I'm makin' her get up and count all my green
I'm rockin' balenci, balenci on me
Pull out Givenchy, I'm feelin' too clean
I'm takin' your bitch, I can't help it
(Woah)
Yeah
Diamonds my neck
I'm with your bitch, balenci my pants
I'm at the bank, I got me a check
Like I'm at the gym, I'm 'bout to go flex
Yeah, ayy
Diamonds my neck
I'm with your bitch, balenci my pants
I'm at the bank, I got me a check
Like I'm at the gym, I'm 'bout to go flex