Denzel Curry, Rich The Kid, A$AP Ferg, SadBoi UP

You my type, do you wanna vibe? You like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night (I-I-I–), movin' side to side Doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up (I'm working on dying) She say she my type, that she wanna vibe She like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night, movin' side to side Doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up (Oh) They go up, up, up, up (Damn, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, damn) They go up, up, up, up (Damn, yeah, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo) They go up, up, up (Uh, hoo, uh, hoo, uh) They go up, up, up (Hoo, hoo, uh, damn, hoo, hoo) Up, up, up, oh (Damn, right) Pop a molly, I'm up (Up), the pill got me stuck (Stuck) I done ran the money up (I done ran the money up, yeah) She get vintage Chanel, she get new designer Take the bitch off the map, now you can't find her I'm a rich-ass nigga, I could pipe your life up (Fuck) All these hoes tryna get wifed up (No cap) These all Eliantte, get your ice up (Ice, ice) If you gettin' to the money, hold your wrist up (Woo) It's like 4 a.m., tryna get my dick sucked (Woo) Lamborghini all black, 'bout to pick a bitch up (Skrr-skrr) On my mama, we ain't never goin' down (No) I get happy when I look at my account (Yeah) I got M's, nigga, guess the amount (Ow) All the money goin' up, we ain't never runnin' out, yeah (Ow, ow, ow, yeah) You my type, do you wanna vibe? You like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night, movin' side to side Doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up She say she my type, that she wanna vibe She like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night, movin' side to side My doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up Last night, we spoke (We spoke) You the good dope I smoke (Smoke) Ain't no other girl ever came close We ain't makin' notes, had the dinner on a speedboat (Yeah) We can hit up Italy, in Capri Have a brunch by the sea On the beach, we glow, huh (Yeah) You a little baddie, with the fatty, too swaggy (Ooh, ooh) But your mind is the true cheat code (Yeah) Broke up, so we both grow (Right) I wonder if that was the way to go (Right) I wonder if we ever get back together Get cheddar and get to land in Santo Domingo (That's right) Bread comin' in by the loaf (Yeah) Lambos with the butterfly doors (Yeah) I'm Rambo with a nigga bow (Yeah) I'm in the kitty and I'm lookin' like the Hulk (Hoo, hoo) Been gettin' approached by a couple other folk (Hoo) They rich, but they insides broke (Yeah) Hood pope on the boat, lookin' like I'm sellin' dope Get a whiff of my bitch, pick 'em, eeny-miney-mo (Yeah) Nigga, diamonds all blue, but I swear I'm at a loc (Hoo, hoo) You the queen and you know them all them other hoes jokes (Yeah) And I miss the way you twerk it like you live at Hollegrove (Ooh, ooh) When I take a hit of you, it's only one way to go, up (Yeah) You my type, do you wanna vibe? You like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night (I-I-I), movin' side to side Doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up She say she my type, that she wanna vibe She like to get high, let's go up, up, up, up Screechin' through the night, movin' side to side My doors on butterflies, they go up, up, up, up (Oh) They go up, up, up, up (Damn, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, damn) They go up, up, up, up (Damn, yeah, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo) They go up, up, up (Uh, hoo, uh, hoo, uh) They go up, up, up (Hoo, hoo, uh, damn, hoo, hoo) Up, up, up, oh (Damn, right) We up and we up in like 7-11 (Up in like 7-11) We up and we open like Rodeo Weston (We up and we open like Rodeo Weston) I ride through the 6 in a miniskirt weave Car full of baddies, all like masterpiece (Car full of baddies, all like masterpiece) We up and we up in like 7-11 (Up in like 7-11) We up and we open like Rodeo Weston (We up and we open like Rodeo Weston) I ride through the 6 in a miniskirt weave Car full of baddies, all like masterpiece (Car full of baddies, all like masterpiece) The Scythe