Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just got some Rickies on me, them hoes cost a lot yeah
I got big cash on me, I got hella knots yeah
I'm in your city, boy, told him 'It's on sight' yeah
Sight yeah, huh, sight yeah
My choppa bite, yeah, them bullets fly, yeah
Fly, yeah, huh, fly, yeah
We gon' clear your headtop, bitch gon' see the light yeah
Lil boy, you broke as f*ck, better get your bands up
You cannot hang with us, my squad got racks yeah
Yeah, big stepper, my pockets fat, yeah
Lil boy tryna hop on my wave, tell that boy to wrap it up
Huh, wrap it up, tell that boy to wrap it up
Yeah yeah, wrap it up, that shit too wack
Yeah yeah, black truck, told that hoe 'come in, yeah
This hoe a 10 yeah, shawty, she on my tip yeah
Bad bitch hella thick, she like 'Gio, just put it in, yeah, 'Just put it in
My bitch, she got bubble butt, that's why I'm hella strict, yeah
That bitch gon' suck me up, oh yeah, she want my kids yeah
Yeah, I'm in that Benz, yeah, smoking on some thrax, yeah
Zooted, I might crash, mmmm, sippin on Hi-Tec
Paranoid, clutch on my tec, yeah, aim it at your head, yeah
Smoking loud, smoke on that pack, yeah yeah
That boy off the map, Imma keep countin' these racks
Was broke, I can't go back, yeah
Bitch I rock all black, say you get bands, okay, get taxed
New chain, yeah I flex, getting dough, I stack that bread, yeah yeah
Niggas they be fake bro, hell nah I ain't schizo
Pop me a adderall, bitch I'm countin' pesos
Got me a bad hoe, bitch you stuck to me
I'm in a Lamb truck, going top speed