[Chorus]
I'm tired of these lame ass n***as, keep dissing
Hunnid on the dash in the Trackhawk Jeep
Fuck it, finna blow fifty thousand this week
Finna put your bitch on her knees, she sucking the team
You crying 'bout that bitch when she sucking on me
Got that private jet for the team for the whole damn week
I'm so damn high, had to walk, crashed the Jeep

[Verse]
[?], I buy it
Told that bitch, bring her friends, she fine, she bi
Said, "Fuck it, bring TwizzyRich to Dubai"
Smoking on strong, fresh, sticky zaza
Rick Owens on my feet and your bitch like, "Wow"
Woke up, got high, fucked around and died
Don't try to cry about me now
Been a real addict for a goddamn while
It'd be a damn lie if I say I ain't made a hunnid thou'
I'm still from the South but I just made it out
I was selling White Girl, you was selling Girl Scouts
Finna fuck twenty hoes and kick them all out
Bitch running around the mansion with her titties all out
Just made a porno with your bitch on my couch
Call The shooters, doo-doo, taking your scout
You broke at home, with your mans running 'round
Addicted to Percs, you addicted to clout
Your bitch keep begging for the dick in her mouth
Getting bags of the air, we ship it to the South
Forgot to mention, one day, and they touchdown
One day with your bitch and my team do a Touchdown
EDD just hit, racks finna touch down
You cry 'bout your bitch but you can't get her back
You cry 'bout that bitch when I'm breaking her back
Racks came in, had a rack attack
Quit the Percs, but I'm finna relapse
Finna blow her back, then I may double back
Everybody ain't dead, shooters double back
So much X in my body, finna have a heart attack
Finna take your pack, finna end your trap
Keep crying 'bout that pack, we ain't giving shit back
Gotta leave from Atlanta [?]
And your bitch from the West she thick and she bad
I just vibe with that ho, now I'm slapping her ass
You got your first bag and blew it shit sad
Go cry to your mama, you fumbled your bag
[Outro]
You fumbled your bag
You fumbled your bag