[Chorus]
Fitty drum I'm never lackin’ when I leave my place
Fifty blunts I'm smokin' dope like I be in LA
I got cuts up on my fingertips from razor blades
Bloody hands up in my pocket grippin’ 40k
Fitty drum I'm never lackin' when I leave my place
Fifty blunts I'm smokin' dope like I be in LA
I got cuts up on my fingertips from razor blades
Bloody hands up in my pocket grippin' 40k

Ayy yuh
If you rare enough, I might just make you my baby
Shorty sick if safety, 'cause she dunno what pain be
Top me in da whip lil bih, my Glock is on safety
Smokin' on a crucifix with lunatics, and deities
Labels on my dick, like all my ex’s, I’m replacing
I ain't trust nobody, errybody hella shady
Finger on the stick, jus’ like a muhfucka gaming
I be gettin' rich and I ain't neva goin' mainstream

And I’m on the hunt for money
When I smile, look so sunny
Got gold like honey
40k chain like a dungeon
Yeah I got smoke like a summit
Gucci bags fulla hunnids
If da police start comin'
Jesse in da back, get to gunnin'
Got a strap on my stomach
Lookin' for da rat, we hung it
Find em in the back, nose runnin'
Yeah bitch we run it