[Intro]
Rocaine, baby

[Verse 1: Vae Vanilla]
Ayy, this shit could get you right or this shit could get you life
On a flight, sneaking pints, I'ma make it by tonight
Get me out my goat yard, put you in a grave site
Play with dog, might bite, play with fraud, bills tight
Play your role, just might play your soul all night
He got hoes, alright, drop the pole, catch a flight
Came through, broke his neck, hoes through Vanilla wet
Never cared to rent a 'Vette, clear the air, clear a check
Whip 2019, hi-tech on lean
I got plans, she got dreams, what's a bum to a queen?
I don't run but I scream, keep it G, don't lie to me
Tied in without the strings, I just want the finer things

[Verse 2: Sterl Gotti]
Somеtimes I got brothers locked up in the prison
Simple, yet we don't find out where they livin'
I'm snitchin', I told her n***a she be in my mentals
He trippin', but I don't [?] attention
I'm fly, I'm smokin' biscotti, feel like Ricky Bobby
If she mind, she call me Gotti, she don't call me daddy
Outta line, he talkin' rowdy, brodie picked his pocket
Pistol to his body, we don't [?], meet you in the alley
Ridin' with some fellas, they don't never have a stock clip
Tote me a [?], in Atlanta, feel like John Smith
He just gettin' loud, we don't hear he ain't ever drop shit
Send him out of bounds, bro got Draco and he rock shit