text: Ayy
  Woke up in, woke up in
  Soundin real godly
  Quavo
  Sonny rollin grams of wax 
  Woke up in Paris
  Broke all the mirrors 
  Must mean, last night was too turnt
  They caught me fucking on camera
  I aint embarrassed
  Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out
  What the fuck is that bout?
  Im home-bred, hometown
  Been around the world, Im back now
  Im Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
  And Im running the streets of the city like Rocky
  Who da champ? Who da champ?
  Diamond fangs like a vamp
  Wheres the package with the stamp?
  Bust it open by the lamp
  Roll it up till I cramp
  Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
  Smoke rings from the grams, uh
  Got a lady and a tramp
  Bitch I made it from the trap
  Gunner
  I woke up in Paris
  In the bed, with a bad bitch 
  First, I roll up the lettuce
  Then I went back for seconds
  Swear that pussy the wettest
  I woke up in Paris
  In the bed, with a bad bitch 
  First, I roll up the lettuce
  Then I went back for seconds
  Swear that pussy the wettest
  Made it from the bottom
  What you thinking of me? 
  I made it from the bottom
  What you thinking of me? 
  When I was on the bottom
  You didnt hang out with me 
  Now I got some dollars
  They keep hanging with me 
  Take a lot of Molly, thats your fantasy 
  Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me 
  You took too much of Coco
  It made your nose bleed 
  Too turnt for the bando 
  Shoot two times through the window 
  Pop one off with a kick though 
  Pop one off this endo 
  Old money like a Nintendo
  Bring it back home, this the reload 
  Crips mights call it a kilo 
  Bloods might call it a bilo 
  Put my wrist in a freezer 
  Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode 
  Bitch, I made it from the trap 
  Whole thang in my lap
  Bitch, I made it from the trap 
  Got your girl in my lap 
  Bitch, I made it from the trap 
  Got the police running laps 
  Bitch, I made it from the trap 
  Bitch, I made it out the trap
  I woke up in Paris
  In the bed, with a bad bitch 
  First I roll up the lettuce
  Then I went back for seconds
  Swear that pussy the wettest
  I woke up in Paris
  In the bed, with a bad bitch 
  First, I roll up the lettuce
  Then I went back for seconds
  Swear that pussy the wettest