[Intro]
Y-Yung Lan on the track!
Run that back Turbo

[Chorus]
You smoking the worst and I'm smoking the best
I'm burning big backwoods, it's hurting my chest
You say you ain't scared, but you got on a vest
I came in like this 'cause I know I'm the best
These bitches, they love me, they love how I dress
I pull out my racks, I came to impress
I'm popping these pillies, relieving my stress
I'm finna be running, hiding from the press
They tryna see me, tryna watch how I do it
I'm sipping this drank like I just caught the flu
Got this choppa on me, if I say so then move it
I'm smoking this dope, made my ass hit the snooze
Four grams in the wood, blast off like a rocket
I'm finna get money and no one can stop it
I'm busting the bank, take the racks and go shopping
Five hoes in the circle, my name is the topic, yeah

[Verse]
Riding 'round town in a drop top with a thot bitch, and you know I got a strap in the back
Spend them racks, and I get 'em right back
Everybody fake, talking them facts
Smoking dope, sit back and relax
Getting neck while I'm counting up these racks
Pull up, ski mask, no tracks
Pull the choppa out the fucking backpack
I got some bitches that do what I say so
We hit a stain, skrt off, had to lay low
Some of these pussies be softer than Play-Doh
I remix the pint, now my city drink karo
I'm hitting the gas, made the V12 turbo
Swerving these lanes, but it ain't G Herbo
Ain't stopping at red lights, I keep going fast
That's why you getting mad, 'cause I keep getting cash