Givench—
Ah, det skulle komma in där?
Stranger
Ah, det kommer inte än, nu
Givenchy
I got lots of swag and I be feelin hurt
Walk up in the bank like John Dillinger 
Rainbows, Im willin to splurge 
After youve gone Im still on the Earth
No, no, no, you cant get my bankroll 
Slow, slow, slow, this cup got me slow 
Low, low, low, shawty bring it to the floor 
Oh, oh, oh, SBE in this bitch, got more 
Ski mask shawty, got whatever you like 
Moncler jackets, dirty cash, plenty flights 
Cocaine clean but my jeans really dirty
I just copped some silver rings and they go about thirty 
Ski mask shawty, I pull up with the team 
Ski mask shawty, I still see you in my dreams 
Dirty Fanta shawty, bitch, Ill never leave 
Dirty Fanta shawty, bitch, Ill never leave 
Flow, flow, flow on the floor, floor, floor
Percs, Percs, Percs got me out of control 
Iced-out on the floor, rubber bands cant even fold 
Girls all in my phone, ho-ho, Santa Claus 
Ski mask shawty, prayin down to my knees 
Louis Sprite Gang, shawty all over me
Check out my waist and check out my sleeves 
When I ride around I keep my stacks on my feet 
Ski mask shawty keep the racks for the team 
Ten toes down in my head, Im not clean 
Reality for me, I dont see it like you see 
Broken piano, pockets stuffed with magic beans 
Walk up in the club, I got like fifty birds 
Need this gun on me, Im still on the search
I got straight hundreds, straight drop 
Love of my life, she gon set me up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up in the parkin lot 
Bitch, we sellin wine and breakin rocks
Just keep going, I dont wanna stop 
Pull up, pull up in the parkin lot
Dough, dough, dough, I got dough, dough, dough
More like Bart Simpson in my zone, zone, zone 
Clone, clone, clone, you a clone, clone, clone 
All so low, Ima hop on the road 
Ski mask shawty, got whatever you like 
Moncler jackets, dirty cash, plenty flights 
Cocaine clean but my jeans really dirty
I just copped some silver rings and they go about thirty
Ski mask shawty, I pull up with the team 
Ski mask shawty, I still see you in my dreams 
Dirty Fanta shawty, bitch, Ill never leave
Dirty Fanta shawty, bitch, Ill never leave
Santa Claus, Leandoer, Stranger
Shout out Yung Gud, its just Gud now, man, you already know
Six hundred beats, six hundred days, six hundred songs
I cant sleep no more, gotta make another hit
Wake up in the mornin and I make another hit
You know how it goin cause life is a bitch