[Verse 1]
Xans ain't hard to get used to, baby, just gotta get used to the taste
He smoke out a gram, that's poopoo, that lil' n***a can't even get an eighth
Lil' n***a, who you? I gotta do you if you not comin' around with the gang
I think it's voodoo when she be all on my noodle, she say she don't wanna lose me
Her new n***a say he cool, but I'm cooler
Mike Amiri, but I mix it with Gucci
Bloodshed gang, they be comin' lookin' for chains to take from you
Better duck your brain, ain't safe for you
Look at the AMG 'cedes on me, baby
Go top speed, baby, uh
That's a high speed, baby
One of them high
Take 12 on a high speed, I'ma just call it a ride, huh
Baby, trust me it's alright
I keep a Glock on my side
She wanna fuck all night
Baby, that's alright

[Verse 2]
Fuck all that other shit, let's go up to Malibu
Tryna break all the weed down, it's not malleable
I could put all of you n***as together, you lil' n***as still ain't valuable
I'm finna' go for a coupe, I might go for a Porsche if I wanna go radical
Big bank take lil' bank, I ain't battling you
50 on Glocky, I'm clapping at you
Fuck that shit, let's go big
I heard it's money on my head
I'm finna boot up off a Xan
100k that's on my head
I guess that's the plan
She wanna give me head
I guess that's the plan
I'm tryna get him dead
I guess that's the plan
I guess that's the plan
I guess that's the plan