[Intro]
5ive

[Chorus: Hunna]
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash, swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends, Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide, prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on my grind, jugg for my fam, my slime

[Verse 1: Shakk]
Rucksack full of cash, racks, you can never make it back
The paigons get me mad, might just have to catch me an at
Back it out never lack, run up a check that's kilos and cash
Designer we got tags (Tags), money, we got fans (Fans)

[Chorus: Hunna]
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash, swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends, Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide, prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on my grind, jugg for my fam, my slime

[Verse 2: Shakk]
Rucksack full of cash, racks, but you can never make it back
In the bando I'm makin' some bands, bands, you ain't ever seen a stack
Me and broski, up in the trap, keep it lowkey
Twenty-eight views, it's a whole Z
We just went global, they know me
Fresh out the wok house, that's free all the guys that's doin' up basic
No free flow, no nino, preein' my life, watch the page flip
Now your bitch she's tryna taste this, that's me and Hunna up in spaceships
Ayy, check the latest, Insta' poppin', now we famous
[Verse 3: MITCHO, Hunna & Shakk]
Pour me a four, takin' trips like a tour, do it for my broski of course
It's breakin' the law, work just came in raw, yeah I'm hittin' sales, door to door
They ain't see what I saw, your boyfriend is a fraud, see, I'm trappin' hard, I can get bored up
Ah-ee, see, I'm trappin' hard, I can get bored
Got bits of both, bro's wrist be on froze, courtesy of them bowls
Got me some green, got me some green like I'm Hulk, flyin' birds out the O (Got some green)
Trip out the lean, got me a pack of some weed, another pack for the road
Trip out the lean, got me a pack of some weed, another pack for the road
Rucksack full of cash, we ain't like him, me and Hunna be trappin'
Pebblin' food intro crack, that's a mad ting, check the stats we ain't cappin'
Reloads, bring it back we ain't actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Reloads, bring it back we ain't actin', check the drip, check the fashion
Told her get out of her feelings (Feelings), dipped him for no reason (No reason)
When I pull up, I ain't speakin' 'cause this shit's gettin' heated (Heated)
Bring your friend, it's a threesome, we gettin' lit on a weekend
Ayy, gettin' lit on a weekend

[Chorus: Hunna]
Count me some racks, one fiddy on the dash, swervin' fast we don't crash
I'm in OT, really servin' out these fiends, Buju Banton on the streets
How many times, have we just went on a glide, prayin' an opp gon' slide?
It's about time, I really been on my grind, jugg for my fam, my slime

[Outro: Hunna]
Jugg for my fam, my slime