Yeah, thirty thousand on my wrist
F**k your car, get flipped
All these broads get flipped
Made a hunnid thousand off rip
All of these meds is 'script
That Glock got a motherfuckin' switch and that b**h don't
It's goin' through doors
Goin' through trees, goin' through everything that you see, yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some crips but most of my niggas throwin' up B's (yeah, yeah)
Catchin' Z's on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off c**e (yeah, yeah)
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans, I could keep goin'
Yeah, dirty pole on me, b**h, it could keep blowin'
Yeah, blowin' out this f**n' world, C-4
Sippin' on red at a red light
Don't make me catch you at the red light
Glock-26 got a green light
ARP got a red sight
The ARP got a flashlight
Pull up on you with my mask tight
Givin' the d**k, give her act right
Can't remember nothin' from last night
I used to skip class, now I skip the seats to get to first class
Put his body in the trash bag (trash bag)
E-Class, b**h bad, I could keep goin' (keep goin')
She tryna suck my d**k, I'm like, "B**h, keep blowin'" (brr)
Fit cost a n**a rent
All of his goes is bent, all of his drugs is Fent'
Catch that boy outside, I guarantee he dyin'
He tryna speak on my name, swear to God that boy only got one more time
I'ma keep scorin'
We gon' hit him in his head, b**h, if it keep goin' (if it keep goin')
I done walked in CDG
B**h, this ain't Ralph Lauren (this ain't Ralph Lauren)
Uh huh, get hit in his 'fro, it's makin' him bleed
I spent two bands on a mink, yeah
B**h get wet in her pants, b**h, when I blink, yeah
Diamonds got that b**h wetter than a f**n' sink, yeah (uh huh)
It's goin' through doors
Goin' through trees, goin' through everything that you see, yeah
I created like everything that you see
Yeah, I be with some crips but most of my niggas throwin' up B's
Catchin' Z's on a jet, yeah, I fell asleep off c**e
Twenty racks, thirty racks, forty racks in my jeans, I could keep goin'
