text: Fall in this bitch, transfusion with the drip drop
  Sauce everywhere and got broccoli in my Ziploc
  Tatted on my face, no role model, thats for Kid Bops
  Got it on my waist, let that shit rock, I’m floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, I’m floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating 
  Take it off, yeah, going off, yeah
  Money been here, the bodys in here
  Im bringing up hell, the chopper don’t fail
  The product get late, the pussy gon’ wait
  The money I chase, the Rari don’t break
  You killing my pace, the Carti my face
  A mil in my safe, now hand me that tape
  Ten toes in the mud, who the plug getting wrapped?
  Ten-tone yellow pill, selling seals and its facts, ayy
  I ain’t trying to wife you, too emotional 
  Now take this in and out like its supposed to go
  Made it out the hood, had to bounce right quick 
  Wonder how I drop out, learn to count like this 
  Got a new house and a condo where I keep my shit 
  Got a shoestring round the thing thing, they dont build like this
  Okay, Im floating, ayy
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating
  Im a Percocet floating 
  AR toting 
  Big blunt smoking ass nigga 
  In the Maybach joking 
  Drive the Rari like its stolen 
  He a broke Ford Focus ass nigga 
  Pay me for a show, I got a chopper 
  All this metal, they gon call the coppers 
  Cant run the game round rappers 
  Cause I hang around all robbers 
  Little nigga, do you got a problem? 
  Little nigga, well come and solve it 
  Cash coming in, cant stop it 
  Im running to the money, yall jogging 
  Richard Milles represent victory 
  Still the same, Im just a richer me 
  A washed-up bitch dont mean shit to me 
  Ima let your best friend nibble me 
  You cant do nothing for me
  Unless you leaving hickeys where my dick be 
  Im Slaughter Gang Savage
  Freak hoes get punched just for trying to kiss me 
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Floating, Im floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, floating
  Swag on max, got no legs, bitch, Im floating
  Might turn into a ghost, punk bitch, yes, Im floating