[Intro]
Fuck, man
No fuckin' money, no fucking bitches to chill with
No mothafuckin' gas money
Shit
Holes in all my fuckin' shoes, n***a
Holes in all my socks
What the fuck
Fuck it, fuck it

[Verse]
Rolled two cigarillos, had to get my trees up
Copped two more golds, had to get my steez up
Blew it in the wind breeze
80 dime bags boomin' like Alicia Keys
Wakin' up around 9, seen a n***a on the grind
Real Raider type shit
Real creative ass n***as with a foreign type bitch
Coke stains on her lips, from the 'caine that she licked
Cut another down bitch
10 Spicy is the clique
Rich mob with Triple 6, Triple 7 comin' through
Ridin' in the fuckin' phantom, smokin' like a tea kettle
Hoppin' out the space shuttle, ridin' in the other whip
Gold ass white bitch, icy ass black bitch
Psychedelic trap shit, shootin' camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips
[Chorus]
(Psychedelic trap shit, shootin' camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips, uh)
Psychedelic trap shit, shootin' camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips
(Psychedelic trap shit, shootin' camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips, uh)

[Verse 2]
Had to slow it down one time for a bitch
Slow it down 2 times for the hoes with the wrist game
Sold through the back, switch lanes, and shit change
But they do it by my nickname
Skate around town, schemin' on these dumb hoes
Looking slick up in my clothes
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N***as used to call me Oreo
Jeans still tight, rockin' twin golds
Paid 20 items for the chemist shoes
With his coat, bitch