Yeah, the n****s stackin' cans, I serve in them bags, I run through them all, dawg Fuckin' on you, bitch, when you call, dawg Your bitch goin' through a bitch cloud, law And the high-tech red, that's real, raw Take a sip of that, then you watch the beer, now Yeah, guns, but n****s still squid, now *, boy, tell me how you still real, now Ayy, hit my lawn, get ten, probably too late for you to try to be real, now Soup truck, coupe, split lane, now I pull up to the show, ball, man, down Comcast, try to have the same, son Juiced up, good dope, run the James, now Put a real stick, put a bullet in his mouth Navigation in to the can, now And I'm sold out, they just got a n***a back in their bag You read for the cash, and I bust a jack Now we just sippin' on act, got a bust down, keepin' these chokers Man, got a match, bitch, say she wanna * when those screens are tattin' Now we gettin' fragile, the work in the trap, then drop count, n***a Workin' and mappin', don't talk on phone, n***a, workin' they tap N***a, hold them off, better pay they tap Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap Try to stop, sip a sip, but a n***a relapse Bringin' my gang like a motherfuckin' frat I don't love a ho, I can never get a text Get your ass alone, then you better bring it back Push up on your ho, she be lookin' like a snack N****s play tug-tug, n***a, get wet All the coupes fast, n***a, might as well drag Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag Pull up in your hood, n***a, I don't need a pad All blue, hunnid, got these four, n***a, mad Wild lil' n***a, I ain't have to use masks Two hundred twenty, n***a, had to do the dash Killin' all you bullies, thank you, bad to the bad While I can't include you with two hundred out the bag Got a n***a stackin' cash, I'm surfin' them bags, I run through them all, dawg Fuckin' on you, bitch, when you call, dawg Yeah, a bitch gon' do a bitch call, dawg In the high tech red, that's real, raw Take a sip of that, n***a, watch the pill, now Yeah, guns, but a n***a still squealin' now *, boy, tell me how you still real, now I can hit my lawn, get ten pounds Too late for you, try to be real, now Zip, drop, coupe, split lane, now I pull up to the show, ball made, now Cop a cab, try to have the same, sounds Cooked up, good dope, run the James, I'm Pull up in the stick, put a bullet in his mouth Navigation in to the cab, drop