[Intro]
Drell's on the track

[Chorus]
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel
Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel
Boy, I'ma put on for the sеt, fill my neck with baguettes and thеn post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field

[Verse]
Better off on my own, I don't know why
Going down that road on the wrong side, yeah, yeah
Cuban link wrapped 'round my neck like a bow tie
Lovin' how I'm livin', owe it all to the Most High
Ain't gotta pay 'em, off the love bet the bro slide
Any n***a ever played with us have they folks crying
Ain't never lackin', I fuck off the backend
I really brought racks in, who knew this would happen?
From trappin' to rappin' to fuckin' these actresses
Pallets to palaces, they can't get to me
N***a probably die tonight if he mention me
He ever start sayin' 9, he a mini-me
You ain't never seen 'em 'round, he a enemy
Hundred on the drum, I can shoot for a century
I'm in the 'jects with a TEC where the killas be
Lovin' the bitches I'm fuckin', you kidding me?
I'm in the Ville with a vibe outta Tennessee
Charge 'em a dub when it really was ten a G (Oh)
Blood in, blood out, bitch, we got mob ties
Play with one of mine, you see my dark side
[Chorus]
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel
Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field
I'm on a ten-seater jet on the way to the check, but don't think I ain't packing the steel
Boy, I'ma put on for the set, fill my neck with baguettes and then post on the block with a mill'
You cannot hang where we at and we snatching that chain off your neck if you ain't got no kill
They ever play with them racks then we load up the Rugers and MACs and we back in the field