(Banger)

Uh, ayy, young new world, yeah, young new wave

Whoa-whoa, whoa (whoa)Oh-oh (DJ on the beat, so it′s a banger)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I′m steppin' in

I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon′ spin a Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang, that′s how your story gon' end

Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell ′em all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil' bro?

Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes

Ayy, no, hey, no, don′t need security, my dawg, I pose

Poised in Gucci, man

Might have to go super sane

Run up on me, you get hit

Couple shots to your brain

Hop out wit' it, hop out, get it

No-no, Lil Pump gotta scream an, "Esskeetit"

My hitters got good aim

Power up young mega main

They givin′ out free smoke

Come get this nigga tamed

Oh Lord, oh Lord

Get yourself outta there

Shots to his door

Pistol packin', yeah, we really-really 'bout it

Sittin′ heavy, yeah, we is really-really ′bout it

Slime said, "Take out the opps"

"If you was really real 'bout it"

We keep a rock star vibe, that′s a fact, heh

Hop out, uh, Gucci Louis Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin′ when I'm steppin′ in

I remember bein' broke, used to shop at Citi Trends

Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon' spin a Benz

Keep tryna play with the gang, that′s how your story gon′ end

Ayy, huh, wait, uh, tell 'em all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil′ bro?

Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (NLE the Top Shotta)

Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (ayy)

Don′t need security because I'm securin′ me

Don't think you hearin' me, turn on my earrings

Niggas gon′ mirror me, won′t interfere with me

Chain all purity, see that shit clearly (brrt-brrt)

Designer rockin' a .5 in my pocket

I go for the score, and you niggas can′t block it (gang, gang-gang)

I'm comin′ like Dragic, ballin' be my hobby

I stop all this talkin′, and get you a body

Before you get bodied

They had a body, charge me with a body (ayy, ayy-ayy)

Man, go beat the body (ayy, ayy)

Damn, that's somebody get calamari

And hot toddies on molly right

Pull up in the Mazi' in the Bay like Mozzy

I post with my posse, we slidin′ like hockey

Couple of females that post in the lobby (grrt, grrt)

I walk, past and they screamin′ out, "Papi" (grrt) (ayy, ayy)

I said, "The trends, the city gon' trend me"

′Posed to condemn me, but they gon' envy

Can′t keep it friendly, niggas don't list me

Drive on the 10 speed, let out ′bout 20

We pullin' out the lot straight drop (brrt)

We poppin', poppin′, poppin′ (brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)

You said, "What about the opps?"

They body drop, they droppin' (brrrt)

I miss the diamonds, and drip with the cheddar

My team speakin′ different like they were Rosseta (ayy)

I thought a nigga knew better

You can't mix the Glizzy, and the choppas with the berettas (ayy)

Say he a stepper, but I keep this metal

I′d rather go federal 'fore I go medical (ayy)

Mind over matter, my bars they metaphors (DJ on the beat, so it′s a banger)

I told the police that I'm just a rapper (ayy)

Ayy, drip drop, big drip, droppin' when I′m steppin′ in

I remember bein' broke (gang), used to shop at Citi Trends (brrt-brrt)

Keep a MAC-11 on me, dumb hitters gon′ spin a Benz (spin a Benz)

Keep tryna play with the gang, that's how your story gon′ end (brrt)

Ayy, huh, wait, uh (ayy), tell 'em all boys that slime will go

Ayy, go, hey, why they big mad at lil′ bro?

Uh, whoa, hey, Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes (designer clothes)

Ayy, no, hey, no, don't need security, my dawg, I pose (my dawg, I pose)

Brrt, brrt, brrt