[Verse 1:]
Got a lot of Moncler's but I'd rather rock the Canada Goose
Drive the foreign through the snow, panorama the roof
I know some n***as selling blow and they traffickin' blues
I ain't know about Sosa until after the news
I know some n***as really hoes, but they act like shooters
N***as need some makeup bring the Mac right to 'em
You can send them bitches here if they wrapped right stupid
A hundred bitches in the crib it's just packed like hooters
We was hoppin' out with Glocks when y'all had y'all Rugers
And I know you ain't gon' pop cause you brag bout shootin'
The bag don't stop movin'
I ain't never been no bitch
I was takin' road trips when you was out here hittin' cribs
N***as out here gettin' rich, I'll be goddamn if I miss that
Third re-rock the (?) den came out to six racks
I take a n***a shit, I ain't givin' his shit back
Bring the smoke to his crib like he havin' a kickback
Put the bag in the air? Why the fuck would I risk that
When I can play my part, sit back and get shit wacked
I dreamed about Louie now I rock them bitches mix matched
In and out of techs they think im going to Six Flags
Real n***a, one eat we all eat
On the road with blues my bitch in the car seat
And everytime I see the white and blues my heart beat
Yall hittin' hoes I hit in school they all freaks n***a