[Intro: Kiran The Nomad]
(By 7 o'clock, we'll be out of the country and you'll never see us again)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Yeah
Yeah, okay, okay
Okay, okay
Hollon'
Yeah
[Chorus: Kiran The Nomad & Andrew Kelly]
Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'
Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my niggas, told her "Back it up" (Back it up!)
This lil' blunt here somethin'
I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up (Pack it up!)
You ain't talm' 'bout money
I don't really wanna talk, all my niggas wanna rack it up!
One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Andrew Kelly & Kiran The Nomad]
Lay on this beat, issa headrest
I done fell out the sky like confetti
I'm afflicted and rightful, I'm ready
Why they all sayin' "Damn" like a Levi
I'm a trip, ho, I'm flippin' the manuscript
Ho, just pass me the rock, I manhandle it
I'm the GOAT, sacrifice when the candle lit
Shit ain't fittin', I might have to cram it in
We just fucked on yo' bitch, it was fabulous
Me and Dru, we the movement, the activist
We slide through yo' roof just like Santa did
But trust we ain't leavin' no packages
I came from the jungles of concrete
The animals there was some savages
For years, we was known as some amateurs
But truthfully, no one can handle us
Me and Kiran, we linkin', they fans of us
Dawg, we hot, need a mu'fuckin' fan on us
Shawty head like she came out of Cambridge
I don't care 'bout a ho or a famous bitch
Bitch, I'm smokin' on colors like Airheads
I'm a dog, I'm a pit, I'm a pure-bred
On the roof, dawg, we aimin' at your head
Bitch, I'm poppin' the cup like a Kurig (Yeah)
In the air, bitch, I'm high as kite
In the air, bitch, I'm high as a flight
BBL's, hella questions and spite
That's just some of the shit I don't like
Give a fuck what you niggas could think of me
Never come with no grievance or gripe
Y'all boys ain't competing tonight
'Cause we ain't believing the hype
[Chorus: Kiran The Nomad & Andrew Kelly]
Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'
Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my niggas, told her "Back it up"
This lil' blunt here somethin'
I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up
You ain't talm' 'bout money
I don't really wanna talk, all my niggas wanna rack it up!
One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!
[Verse 2: Andrew Kelly & Kiran The Nomad]
On the driveway in the box like I'm Beyoncé
Bombè on the chronic, I feel like Doc Dre
3K for the feature, I feel like Andrè
Might go norf on the song like I was Kanye (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Me and Dru, we like Kyrie an' 'Bron James
You bitches can't hang with my laundry
He hatin' this shit on he pressed "Next"
His shawty like "Why did the song change?"
I- I got Frankie, he's shootin' like Cole Bennett
Bitch, you put you put up ya stockin', put coal in it
Here come the sun, we be movin' like John Lennon
We done jumped out the swamp, who done gone fishing?
Wrap the pack up, I feel like I'm Pablo
He go missin', he show up as John Doe
He think he playin', we runnin' his console
Yo' bitch, she smokin' on Marlboros!
We shippin' the white like Sydney Sweeney!
We been shippin' off-white like it's fits and beanies
Ain't wearin' designer but this is not B.C.
She gave me that coochie, I'm fresh outta Fiji
I gave her three wishes but I'm not a genie
I twist up the flow like a fork in linguini
Me, my shawty make a movie, it ain't PG (Uh)
Me and Kiran labbin' like Dexter and Dee Dee (Yeah)
Lord!
[Chorus: Kiran The Nomad & Andrew Kelly, both]
Bitch, you ain't talm' 'bout nothin'
Don't be comin' 'round frontin' on my niggas, told her "Back it up" (Back it up!)
This lil' blunt here somethin'
I done went and put the opps in it, know I had to pack it up (Pack it up!)
You ain't talm' 'bout money
I don't really wanna talk, all my niggas wanna rack it up! (Rack it up!)
One-hunnid, two-hunnid, three-hunnid, four-hunnid
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! (Lord!)
