Written by：Miles McCollum/Lexus Arnel Lewis/Keenon Daequan/Ray Jackson/Kamaiyah Johnson
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
I made it far so I’m thankin’ God
I feel like I turned a boy I’m in the car with the stars
I can’t pull up I can’t pocked if they ain’t valet
I’m in Houston with a b**ch and her friend she gay
She don’t suck dick but tonight it’s all in her mouth
I just f**ked a b**ch who supposed to be my common sense
I’m so dirty I’m so f**ked up I don’t give a damn
And if you owe me I need taxes like I’m uncle Sam
I keep bad b**ches all around me
I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can’t be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k ’cause if my homies eatin’
I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blunters on and I see nothin’ but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
Tell me how it’s s’posed to go oh
My swag is on overload woah
But Lil Yachty
Row your boat row
They know us we don’t know them hoes no
Got my home boys got my home girls
F**k these haters I keep livin’ in my own world
I get money I flip money on my own tours
All my coupes skrrt skrrt you don’t own yours
Champagne in the sky just a toast up
Dubs up high rep the coast up
Doobs too tutu gon’ and add gold diggers
Woo woo I had to bring the 4 up in it
I keep bad b**ches all around me
I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can’t be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k ’cause if my homies eatin’
I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blunters on and I see nothin’ but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
Ayo I f**k with Lil Yachty I f**k with Lil Yachty
I’m roachin’ my block but I f**k with Lil Yachty
I told Lil boat get your money and f**k these hotties
Don’t worry ’bout these niggas your sh*t poppin’ every party
Yeah I started from the bottom on the low
I put my homies on for sure I put my niggas on
Don’t bet me on my bad note I put my niggas on
‘Cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
Uh I don’t need no backpack ni**a I’m a real ni**a
I just want you to say I’m good
When I ask you what’s the deal with your rear
They don’t make ’em like that no more rare
Pull up every homie in a foreign now it’s surreal
I keep bad b**ches all around me
I got good drank so my niggas and these b**ches can’t be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k ’cause if my homies eatin’
I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blunters on and I see nothin’ but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
