Lyrics:

[Intro]
Think It's A Game
Ant Chamberlain that's a hundred points

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana, whole lot of drums and bananas
I don't fuck with no rappers, iI got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' whack 'em yeah, yeah
New spot like the Falcons, new drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston, one point five in cash bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, 'He so handsome'
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, yeah, plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah, uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pot and Hadouken! (uh)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Nawfside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear
40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (uh-uh)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin' them down by the pair (bust down)
Patek Philipe, it's rare (hey)
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It's a ghost but do not be scared (uh-uh)
It's a Wraith with the stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars, catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity, yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga, I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey, plus my bitch rich, yeah
I'm a big pimp, yeah, I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah, we don't miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah, my bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah