All right, hit the trap and pick them baggies up
I just poured your rent money, I know mad as f*ck
Looking in my rear, I see you niggas that I'm passing up
The wood got some kick in it, it's a Pac A Punch
All right, I'm from the west, but I got love on the east side
Just poured four lines of WockHardt, but I might need five
Tryna get rich and cop a mansion on the beachside
I'm talking spicy in these verses, let the Beat ride
I'm flexing foreigns you flexing rentals, that's a cheap ride
My nigga itching for the wheel like he need to slide
Roll another wood and pack it in like a beehive
This bitch fiending for the dick, need some me time
Niggas know the risk, but they still like to take a chance
Only riding with my f*cking brothers like I hate a friend
Bitch bad, she a nine, turn her to a ten
I done been in situations you ain't never been
I done seen a lot of bitches you ain't never seen
Punch an ATM in any weather, we the money team
I told them hop up out the studio, this nigga beat hogging
Think we went to Mayfair High, had my whole team balling
Running up the M's, my cardio, bitch I don't need jogging
I told them we got nothing for you when the fiends calling
They know everywhere I go, I'm keeping one with me
Swerve the vet with no limit, the coupe go 150
Bitch, we in the field, you cross the gang, then we gon' punk kick it
We got smoke for any nigga who wanna runt with me
I f*cked your bitch last year, why you holding the grudge
She throw it and I beat it at the park, feel like Aaron Judge
Smoking woods out the pound, you can't get a nug
If I don't hit your wood and make a face, that is not no buzz
Had to sock a nigga out, he tried to sip my mud
My nigga Pourin 4s & 2s like his last name Doug
My nigga f*cking up the road like he Henry Ruggs
Smoking on his Mac pack, getting me a buzz
She wanna shine cause I'm a shooting star, you can't get my love
Always keep this shit a hundred, bitch I've been a buck
Pour the deuce in the Sprite, turn it to a Lipton
Really trapping, making hits in the kitchen
Can't knock me off my hustle cause this pot need whipping
Just some badass, kids really chasing after chicken
If it ain't no bad bitches, or no cash, then I'm dipping
Got on all Dior, I'm feeling like a Christian
How the f*ck you got all that ass on you and not gon use it
Won't listen to the rumors, I'm a nigga, don't gotta prove it
Hit the club and pick them bitches up
Exotic weed hit your lungs and double cups and f*ck your kidneys up
They tryna be like Double A, but they ain't rich enough
We got a bunch of guns, a pack of punch, so don't get hit with them