[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
(June, you’re a genius)

[Verse]
Me and my partner equipped with a chopper, ridin' 'round through the Nawf
Gotta turn the sound off 'cause my phone goin' off
Say the pack in the wind and it’s flyin' down south
See the diamonds in my mouth every time I talk
Conversate off of Jack every time I talk
I ain’t never stand down, get it in, I [?]
I’ma stand on all ten every time, that’s raw
Got a A-1 pack of that wrong and it’s raw
Never bring the price down every time in a drought
I done did a drive by while I steer in the car
I done watched [?] drop in and jump out
Want smoke? I done seen him cop in and cop out
Gotta think ‘fore to comprehend every thought
I’ma see it from the top of the roof like a hawk
I’ma leave a n***a stretched with his brains blown out

[Chorus]
Rich n***as, bad bitches, what’s the difference?
Broke n***as, sad bitches, I ain’t feelin'
Gutta bitches in the trenches, trap with ya, yeah
[Open Verse]