Released: July 19, 2019
Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert
Songwriter: Chief Keef Lil Uzi Vert DooWop (GBE)
Producer: Chief Keef
[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost, I'ma get that mula (Ghost, grrah)
Wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter (Mula, DooWop)
I was in the 'Raq off flats, just watch the way that I boot up (Chiraq, no cap)
Glo-d up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh (Gang)
Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola (Heavy)
Now I'm gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like, "Who ya?" (It's envy)
No, you ain't really with the shits, I could just see right through ya (Broke boy, bitch)
No, no, you can't hang with the gang, Weenie Hut Junior (Bitch, broke boy)
Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss, sing to her, Vandross, I feel like Luther (Hear me)
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss', I swear my gun is too tough (Okay)
I was just with your bitch, made her eat my two nuts, yeah (Bitch)
All the opps mad 'cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh (150)
We don’t know them, uh
But best believe they knew us, uh
I was in the drop and I'm off this cap, I had to pour up like two cups (Skrrt, cap)
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and them niggas still can’t move us (Skrrt, talk to 'em, bitch)
Let me hit him, bro, I don't care if he sue us (Bitch)
[Verse 2: DooWop & Lil Uzi Vert]
Nah, you ain't even gotta hit him bro, that’s the reason I'm your shooter (150, woo)
Nigga, I was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up (150, grrah)
Me and DooWop in LA and we made a duet on a cougar (On Cap)
Now I'm in the hills just poppin' them pills so I'm coolin' like a cooler (150, woo)
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler (Avi')
Your lil bitch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (Brain, got brain)
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla (Insane, brain, insane)
But we don't chase hoes, all we chase is this damn mula (Guap)
I'm still in the trap and my boys sell packs, that's the way that we still maneuver (That's money)
Clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler (Lil Uzi, yeah)
TEC-9, it'll juke ya
Been had choppers, bitch, this ain't new to us (Ayy, ayy)
Not from Dubai but my chopper, I'll shoot it up (Bitch, ayy)
We aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck (Ayy, ayy)
You niggas bitches, you really ain't shootin' nothin'
I fucked on this bitch and I wetted her coochie up (Wet)
You niggas' diamonds ain't doin' no stupid stuff
Told that lil goofy, "Just give all this goofy up"
Hundred-round clips, they talkin' no movie stunt (Frrah-frrah)
Your life is too borin', that mean that your movie suck
We been gettin' money, this shit ain't new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut (Woo)
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers, they said you ain't losing us
Put some little money on his head (Head, brrt)
We do the shootin', ain't no niggas shootin' us (Hello?)
I had to pour up some red (Red)
Pass through the 'Raq and the bitches be choosin' us (Yeah, so, bitch)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
Wop, Wop, Wop
Lil Uzi, yeah
Uh, 150, 150
150, 150, that's YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh
That's 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh
Yeah
Uh
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost, I'ma get that mula (Ghost, grrah)
Wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter (Mula, DooWop)
I was in the 'Raq off flats, just watch the way that I boot up (Chiraq, no cap)
Glo-d up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh (Gang)
Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola (Heavy)
Now I'm gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like, "Who ya?" (It's envy)
No, you ain't really with the shits, I could just see right through ya (Broke boy, bitch)
No, no, you can't hang with the gang, Weenie Hut Junior (Bitch, broke boy)
Yes, I'ma boss, I'ma floss, sing to her, Vandross, I feel like Luther (Hear me)
Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss', I swear my gun is too tough (Okay)
I was just with your bitch, made her eat my two nuts, yeah (Bitch)
All the opps mad 'cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh (150)
We don’t know them, uh
But best believe they knew us, uh
I was in the drop and I'm off this cap, I had to pour up like two cups (Skrrt, cap)
Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and them niggas still can’t move us (Skrrt, talk to 'em, bitch)
Let me hit him, bro, I don't care if he sue us (Bitch)
[Verse 2: DooWop & Lil Uzi Vert]
Nah, you ain't even gotta hit him bro, that’s the reason I'm your shooter (150, woo)
Nigga, I was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up (150, grrah)
Me and DooWop in LA and we made a duet on a cougar (On Cap)
Now I'm in the hills just poppin' them pills so I'm coolin' like a cooler (150, woo)
VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler (Avi')
Your lil bitch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (Brain, got brain)
Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla (Insane, brain, insane)
But we don't chase hoes, all we chase is this damn mula (Guap)
I'm still in the trap and my boys sell packs, that's the way that we still maneuver (That's money)
Clip long as a ruler
FN got a cooler (Lil Uzi, yeah)
TEC-9, it'll juke ya
Been had choppers, bitch, this ain't new to us (Ayy, ayy)
Not from Dubai but my chopper, I'll shoot it up (Bitch, ayy)
We aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck (Ayy, ayy)
You niggas bitches, you really ain't shootin' nothin'
I fucked on this bitch and I wetted her coochie up (Wet)
You niggas' diamonds ain't doin' no stupid stuff
Told that lil goofy, "Just give all this goofy up"
Hundred-round clips, they talkin' no movie stunt (Frrah-frrah)
Your life is too borin', that mean that your movie suck
We been gettin' money, this shit ain't new to us
I got the dreads with the Boosie cut (Woo)
Might just go shoot up your funeral
My niggas soldiers, they said you ain't losing us
Put some little money on his head (Head, brrt)
We do the shootin', ain't no niggas shootin' us (Hello?)
I had to pour up some red (Red)
Pass through the 'Raq and the bitches be choosin' us (Yeah, so, bitch)
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
Wop, Wop, Wop
Lil Uzi, yeah
Uh, 150, 150
150, 150, that's YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh
That's 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh
Yeah