Every day I wake up, I get high as a kite Fuckin' with your baby mama, damn, that miss
my flight Walk in the mall and pick it up, I don't check
no price My lil' bitch from New York, she told me talk
to her nice I told that bitch, just pay attention, I could
change your life You drive these bricks to Atlanta, I give you
25 racks How many bricks in the trunk?
Bitch, don't worry about that While you in that old -ass Acra, I got a compartment
in there Trap check, trap check, nigga, check your
spots If anything missing, just connect the dots
Shit, I came from the bottom, now I'm in hell like a flock
Street lottery, they waitin' on my album to drop
Murdered me in case they givin' niggas like us
First body we pop was off of us and school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Klu Klux
Level 5 dogs jump in this gate, you ate up, yeah
Pocahontas, bitch, I held on down to her ass White jewelry on her like a Confederate flag
Diamond on your ankle, I put Meeks on your bag
Tried to go super fast, nigga, bag full of cash
Trap money comin' in, a thousand bags of good gas
Walked in the car to your store and I fucked up the stash
Could act a bitch on deck, Rolex on deck, new bitch look like a chick
Fifteen bitches just came from England, sittin' on the Global Express
Walkin' offended, no pretending, gotta have a lot of baguettes
Drop top, wintertime, we can't turn down, 25 carats on my chest
14K on my desk, lookin' like an Olympic
Hit my first lick, I went to Gucci, then I spent that
Burdened, need a case, they givin' niggas like us
First body we pop was off of us and school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Klu Klux
Level 5 dogs jump in this gate, you ate up, yeah
Hundred racks, hundred racks, every day I took a hundred packs
Walk out the door with it and you will never get your money back
Two hundred racks, two hundred racks, every month I make two hundred racks
Caught with a brick or what, how the hell you get a bond for that?
Broke -ass niggas got the game fucked up
Tellin' old niggas just to get their time cut
Wake up out my sleep and count some free bands up
Scooter, get your money, stay away from them ducks
I'm not in the industry, I'm in the streets with bricks
In the streets with pounds, lay your bitch ass down
Send a ghost at one of you niggas, he won't make a sound
God bless me with these men, so I'ma keep them around
Murdered, beaten, they stay givin' niggas like us
First body we pop was off of us and school buses
All the jewelry I got on today is white like Klu Klux
Level 5 dogs jump in this gate, you ate up, yeah
