[Chorus: Richysamo] Might just hit the runway, all this Gucci on me
Take a nigga down if he holding something (I'ma need that)
I've been selling dope since I was eleven
All these secrets, I just pray I go to heaven
Bitch I feel like Pablo, serve a nigga auntie, I o' trouble
Call me huncho, knock a nigga down like his grandfather
Feel like Chapo, hoodrich nigga fucking on an IG model
Huh, yeah… what, what

[Verse: poorstacy/Lito Xantana] Kept me walking down the runway, I like designer when (what)
Kept me posting on a Sunday, I like the lean and yo bitch
Maybo-sabe, yeah yo bitch, she just be all on my dick, okay
Ok, I just be with my K, yuh, your girl be all on my hip okay
Hopped out with pussy niggas
Fucked up with snakes, hopped out with fake niggas
Pull up with K niggas [?], all on yo face nigga
Go catch a case nigga, this ski-mask
I pull that shit down on my face nigga
All on my face nigga, just grabbing the cash
The money, the cake, nigga

[Chorus: Richysamo] Might just hit the runway all this Gucci on me
Take a nigga down, if he holding something (Imma need that)
I've been selling dope since I was eleven
All these secrets, I just pray I go to heaven
Bitch I feel like Pablo, serve a nigga auntie, I o' trouble
Call me Huncho, knock a nigga down like his grandfather
Feel like Chapo, hoodrich nigga fucking on an IG model
Huh, huh… what, what