[ Featuring Rack$tar Jay ]
Gas, erks, edibles, lean, I got what you need
I be watchin' how I move, I know they envy me
I feel like I'm immortal, ain't no endin me
It's just gang or the fam, ain't no friends with me
Bro, please don't call me cuz, you ain't no kin to me
Me and my niggas tryna grab Wraiths, f*ck Infinity
Glock attached to my hip, can't be slippin', G
I ain't been hoopin', but I swear I'll score 30 Bs
I ain't hoopin', but I'm ballin', how I move these 30 Ps
Got in touch with some migos, get it from overseas
Yo bitch treat me like a god, I got her on her knees
Just waitin' to swallow kids, she beggin', like, pleaseeee
Racin' to the money, I can't fit you in my schedule
I get T.T. right, and I give Unc ass that medical
I really wanted to get into vlogs, but I know I'll go federal
I can't show how, bro, beat on the pot and bring out a miracle
Yo bitch a peasant, I'm a king, the way she bow to me
I just say me eight times, baby, it ain't no we
Somebody come get they bitch, she constantly beggin' to link
I just po'd a whole eight, don't sip it, I drink
Up a Glock to yo dome, one move, you deceased
3.5 in the wood, I smoke it for peace
Rubbin' on my bitch ass, it's softer than fleece
Drop them grits to the water, it's hotter than grease
Been on Demon time, it ain't no secret, we be steppin'
Hop out with dracs & switches, we gone blow it at yo melon
Boy, I heard you need that
And guess what, that's what I'm sellin'
& no I do not f*ck with these niggas, they be tellin'
50 racks in cookie bags, I swear it's all off smoke
We get to talkin' hunnit K's, what bro, got comin' off them boats
Cuz steppin' on the dog, tryna give the streets hope
You need to get yo ass some work, & stop givin them hypes soap
That shit f*cked up,
That shit f*cked up
You need to get up off yo ass and get a bag, it's time to run it up
I can lead you to the racks, you wanna work for us
Dumpin' fire through the night until the sun come up
Don't try to play me like a fool, I keep the tool 1 up
I ain't really in the mood, this bitch doin' too much
Feel like Kobe in the finals, I'ma shoot in the clutch
I don't really pick and choose, give me the whole bunch
A nigga in a bad mood, like, bitch, where my cup
Phone's beatin', hurry up, bitch, I'm in a rush
Couldn't find no juice, I po'd a deuce up ina slush
That ain't no loud pussy, boy, niggas, Za on hush
In the Mil with the deer, no fear, racin' to the bucks
We got a bunch of bitches we ordered black trucks
Got the lo in case you niggas act up
Y'all some sittin' ducks
Go & move some tar, so fire, that shit black just like a hockey puck
