| Yeah, uh, huh |
| I spent the racks in Chrome, huh |
| I spent the racks in Chrome, huh |
| I spend- hmm-mm-mm |
| I spend the racks and go |
| Hmm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm |
| I spent some racks up in Chrome, huh |
| Headshot, yeah, you get domed |
| A lot of these niggas get no’ed |
| A lot of these niggas get zo’ed |
| That’s your mans, but he told |
| What the fuck? How that go? (What the fuck? How that go?) |
| How the fuck you ain’t broke? |
| How like, how the fuck you ain’t know? |
| You know we up than a bitch, slide in the Bentley Bentayga |
| Mix some Triss with the pineapple Fanta, shit look like the Lakers (Shout-out |
| the Lakers) |
| Them boys broker than a bitch, yeah they really be fakin', yeah |
| The way that these racks coming in, you’d think I’m freelancin' |
| I took the Hellcat, me and my twin speed racin' |
| And Imma always be that nigga, lil bitch just face it |
| We in the back of the Maybach, bitch so spacious |
| I was in L.A. with Kaine geeked up on the daily |
| Way too geeked, God he need to come save me |
| In the SRT, I just spilled my drink, go crazy |
| Got my brothers with me, nigga try something he get spanked |
| And I got my cutta with me, nigga try something he get flamed |
| Running around sipping drank in the Bentley Mulsanne |
| I’m in the Hellcat Durango, this bitch take off like a plane |
| My cup is pure codeine, I ain’t sippin' no plain |
| I mix the za' with the grubba, okay, how I start my day |
| My niggas rich off of Telegram, |
| keep a scale on him |
| Yeah he so broke its embarrassing |
| You know my young niggas blammin' shit |
| Yeah they caught that boy out of bounds |
| Heard his pole, it was jamming and shit |
| Yeah we catch him out of bounds, hell yeah we gonna make him vanish |
| My new Draco, it do damage |
| You can’t afford the way I’m living |
| Ho, really rich, fuck an Emmy |
| Ho, really rich, fuck the gimmicks |
| I tried to tell them, they ain’t listen |
| Tried to tell his ass spin on them niggas block, now the nigga dizzy |
| Bro gotta be high outta his top cause he talking hot |
| I’m like ok cool |
| Ok bool |
| Finna send him to the sky |
| When we spot his ass, go pop his ass |
| This Glock is taking his |
| And I’m off roxy, making me smile |
| I’m finna be in this shit for a while |
| I can’t let my momma down |
| I’m too up, finna buy her a house |
| Free lil Will, can’t wait til he out |
| Free lil |
| , he posted in the South |
| Too many sticks, |
| In the H sipping codeine, nigga how you thought it was a drought |
| Man these niggas hoes, they don’t know me |
| They be tryna figure me out |