[Hook]
Run it up like a fuckin check (god damn)
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a fuckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest

[Verse 1]
I wake up and chase me a bag (god damn)
All of my n***as be getting that money yea we love counting them bands
Hop in a whip you know its foreign (skrt skrt skrt) just check out the tags (god damn)
N***a talkin shit gotta clip n blow out his whole back (pew pew pew pew)
Cop a backwood call up the plug and cop me some mo' gas
N***as wanted smoke now I'm smokin yo best friends (god damn)
N***as be mad cause I'm outchea chasing a bag
Yea I'm runnin towards the money (god damn)
Super fast like I'm sonic (god damn)
I'm smokin on chronic
Sippin this lean man I can not function

[Hook]
Run it up like a fuckin check
Red dot choppa aim it at yo neck (graaaaaa)
Run it up like a fuckin check (bow bow bow bow bow bow)
We poppin' n***as man they betta' have a vest

[Verse 2]
Dont fuck with amateur bitches
I'm tryna get all my riches
I dont be smokin no swishers
And I do not fuck with these n***as
Little bitch I am da man
What the fuck is you sayin (god damn)
Yo tongue is where I can land
Catching my kids you feeding my fam (woof)
Her little Pussy tight like a Cheerio
She wanna fuck me and all my bros (god damn)
She wanna be all up in my videos (I can't)
You can't do that cause you a silly hoe (woof)
Copped me a Fanta and poured me a four (slump)
My lungs is filled with hella smoke (pasto)
I got the sauce like the guy oh
Bitch I'm done like Faneto