[Intro]
You can go out on a chain
We can put you on a shirt
You can go out on a chain
We can put you on a shirt
(You hear that?)

[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn
Look at this bitch she gon give me some face
Im wit’ my bitch I don't know where we at
And I got a stick I don’t care where we at
And I make plays, cause I care bout the bag
Bitch, I ain't gon cap in this bitch I jus keep me a stack (Yeah, Tony Montana)
I ain't gon’ cap I ain’t rich I’mma get me a bag
My bitch, yeah better than he had
Pockets man they can't even fit in a Jag'
Somebody tell her I was more than she had
You really pulled out the bread for the half
Boy my pockets so wet like a bath
Even when we together we in traffic
I just might pull out the Glock and do, damage
And if he stay there he gon’ panic
I do the whole internet like I’m staged
Gimme my Glock and I’m lettin you have it
My bitch oh let’s see just really be mad
Where my cup like i really don’t have it
Oh I see I’ma put on Margiela
Wit’ yo bitch now she doin way better
Now I’m in the spot and I’m doin what’s better
Can't get me hot I look too good in leather
And these bitches be actin like setups
It can't be too hot ‘cause I'm changing the weather
And this bitch she put me on a pedestal
I cannot be with you I can't handle you (yeah)
This bitch trynna handle me (uh yeah)
I pull out and gang (yeah)
You can go out on a chain
We can put you on a shirt
I can put five in a tank
I can show you what it's worth
We don't do nun but smoke
Laughin' at n***as, it really a joke
Show me yo bitch but I fucked on yo hoe
You ain't been here to long you already know
I give you pack n***a you can go far
Red-eye SRT I done told you (red eye)
I brought my gang to the top like a totem
We don't even see you guys no more you totaled
I got his bitch in my pocket like token
Bro picked me out like a n***a was chosen
It’s me i can’t knock at your door
I, smoke so much weed that my lungs on potent
Last man plug man I call that boy Logan
He the only one with that shit and i noticed