Got the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah Go yard bag with a hunnid, yeah And I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Say I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Wakin' up, on the heels, right on runnin', yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like fire, yeah Like, got my private ***, on my stomach, yeah Yeah, I like em fresh, she like em sunny, ex Ew, ew, there's no runny, ex I might flex around the world and then I stunt again I might flex around your girl and then I *** again And the funny thing is, you gon' cuff again Yeah, I advise you, stop all that hatin' and you'll make it too Like, I done had a situation, but I made it through I paid a thousand for these shoes, but my Yeezy clothes too Got the drop top Hummer for the summer, yeah Go yard bag with a hunnid, yeah And I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Say I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Wakin' up, on the heels, right on runnin', yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like fire, yeah Like, I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah Ayy, why you in your logo, just like Sonny, ex You know, I just think that shorty like my go-hard swag Turn my brown bags to a go-yard bag My son told me, keep makin' these old farts mad I got you, say you drive us foreign like a go-kart dad, ayy Spittin' like they got a thing on that mission Lookin' different when you see em rappers catfishin' Eva Bonnie's, Neiman Marcus, always sacks fiffin' Always makin' movies, but we never act different, no Never changed up, I just leveled up And I watched the gold diggers pick they shovels up Watchin' thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up Never spoke on em, I won't bring the devil up, no Sometimes sayin' nothin', sayin' somethin' When your money talks, now you sayin' somethin' Ayy, if you ain't get a message, that's a message Look, y'all know who the freshest of the freshest Got your drop top runnin' for the summer, yeah Ayy, go-yard bags full of hunnid, yeah And I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Say I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Wakin' up, on that hill, right by runnin', yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like Funyun, yeah Like, I'm a private chef, cook for money, yeah Ayy, why you in your logo, just like Sonny A's, yeah I ain't been talkin' to my ice I ain't been talkin' to my ice Nowadays, I feel like I'm my own idol Scott you off the list like a vinyl You're no real girl, I don't really like you I just really wanna just bite you, yeah Oh, you know I like you Hope you ain't thinkin' I'ma wipe you Got the drop top runnin' and I got guap comin' Now we eatin' garlic noodles and they not top-rumin' I just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from a studio All winter, just to drop hot summers, yeah I be in my bag with no travel Let you be the judge, get your gavel Ayy, I think if I want you, I could have you Every time I pull up on the avenue Got the drop top, hummin' for the summer, yeah Go yard bag with a hunnid, yeah And I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Say I know why you mad, cause I'm stuntin', yeah Wakin' up, on the hills, right on runnin', yeah Smokin' on that gas, smell like Funyun, yeah Like, call my brother, ***, on my stomach, yeah Yeah, I like em' fresh, she like em' sunny, yeah