[Intro]
Bitch, shut up
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah (I'm in this bitch with Clayco)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck n***a tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up

[Bridge]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (Bitch, let's go)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I called a vibe in this bitch and I'm high, now I'm stuck
These n***as, they acting like bitches, they pissed off, I walk by, I won't dap 'em up
Yeah, these bitches, they acting so different, didn't like me, now they wanna come suck me up
Yeah, I like that real pink drank, lil' n***a, you know that I'm geeked up, kissing the cup
Yeah, I got a real bad bitch, lil' n***a, you know that I might go pay for her butt
Yeah, I'm a real young n***a, I'm tripping, I can't stop, gotta go run it up
Yeah, I'm a real young n***a, I'm tripping, not like these n***as, they fake as the fuck
I'm not like these n***as, they faking the funk, I'm not like these n***as, they don't get no funds

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck n***a tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up
[Verse 2]
My shooter don't go anywhere with no gun
These n***as, they might be the two, not the one
I'm the father, these bitch little n***as my son
I'm so gothic, I might shoot this bitch up for fun
When I walk through, these bitches be staring, I'm stunning
And my diamonds, they glaring, got these people stunned
I'm on all ten toes, I can't switch up for money
I'm on all ten toes, can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I can't switch up for nothing
Yeah, I made this shit from nothing
Racks, they just keep on coming
Racks, they just keep on coming
Bags, I just keep on smoking bags
My lungs start hurting, yeah
They just keep on hating, damn
That shit not working

[Chorus]
Yeah, I get that cash in then fuck it up
I send that message right back to her
We get the racks in, that's not enough
I got a strap and that bitch is so crazy
That motherfucker look like it's Pack-a-Punch
I gotta rap, man, this shit get so crazy
I gotta get money so I can eat lunch
Yeah, I got a bad bitch, back that shit up
Yeah, I gotta go, bitch, pack my shit up
Yeah, if he want smoke, tell that n***a link up
Lil' bitch, I'm the big bear, I'm not a cub
I put that codeine right in my cup
I turn a good bitch right to a slut
Yeah, that fuck n***a tried me, now this shit up
Yeah, I like a silent bitch, shut up
[Outro]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh