“YFN Lucci -7.62”
Get that boy a box of perfume, he got hoe way
Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don’t throw shade
I hope everyone dem hit you, not partly
Look, I’ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
Walk through ’em, want me to call through, that’s a role
Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty
Don’t keep tellin’ me what you gon’ do for me
Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain’t phony
You gon’ do, what The Who, I ain’t homie “