[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n***as lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n***a
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n***as hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n***a
Pack that shit up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n***as
Trap zone, n***a, look at these figures
Fuck this shit up
No, i don't need no pencil

[Verse 1]
I get the racks, i double it
Can't do business with n***as, they counterfeit
These be falling, tumblin'
And my young n***as they be jumping for shows
Loose screws, leave a boy in the cold
Lying n***a he be breaking the code
Real boss never sold my soul

Still bossin' count guap like a hobby
And i keep my tommy
They can't find me
Boy can't get 'bout me
Say that he won't try me
Don't try no tommy
Give your hoe a new Ricky
Lil hoe wet, she Misty
Cough up at your city
Hoe i get no kickin'

[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n***as lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n***a
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n***as hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n***a
Pack that shit up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n***as
Trap zone, n***a, look at these figures
Fuck this shit up
No, i don't need no pencil

[VERSE 2]
Dread heads, smoking like a rasta
Most of you n***as eatin pasta's
Gotta sort this shit out like a doctor
These n***as in jails, pop two bars
And yell no cap, gon ride that, man
And I'm still cool as a fan
Bunch of bitches, bringing my bands

This shit simple, don't trip
Pick that again, quit trippin'
N***a want smoke, get kickfliped
Slide in the 'rari, pierced leather
Stacked like a tetris, good fit
Ride with the hot jets
Pimpin only, 'Pac shit

[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n***as lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n***a
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n***as hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n***a
Pack that shit up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n***as
Trap zone, n***a, look at these figures
Fuck this shit up
No, i don't need no pencil