If we buckin' shells, we duckin' 12s, and nothin' sells it's fuckin' Hell - nothing
Stuff a L, puff 'n tell, shit is swell, we doin' well - we alriight
Not everybody low-key - get low, you know me, I'mma B-O-T, OD - OD
Uh, and I ain't dressed in some designer shit - nope
I'm grindin' bitch, marijuana flips and you can't find my whips - you can't find 'em
My time is now yo' time is up I time this shit - okay
They print it up I read it through I signed that shit - let's go
Mey told me get a track, go rap on that, I got yo' back - go, go make racks off rap - let's go
That's a fact (uh), scratch, no cap on that - cap
I'm in the trap, in black, got crack I'm strapped - crack crack
Cop coke and dance on it like Ayo & Taylor - what?
Custom tires on the new coupe, mustard and mayo
Heyyyy! What?
Heyyyy! Uh, haha, uh