[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Ayy, yeah, gotta bag
Hahaha, okay
Walk in that bitch, pop a tag
Bag, yeah
I'm on a jet, n***a I don't lag
No weed, okay
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Walk in the trap with a big bag, hol' up, this shit look like Fritos
I'm a young n***a, got my cake up, hol' up, I don't know bout you, hoe
N***a gon' hate on the whole gang, hol' up, we gon shoot him like a free throw
Bro gon pass the ball, gimme the assist, I'ma make it through the peephole
I done came up from selling like one zip, I can show you how to stunt
Really came from the bottom, I done put my gang in the front, now I'm doing what I want
Roll a whole ounce up, we be smokin on the Fronto, it's a opp in the blunt
Did the dash in the whip when we swervin' thru the potholes, gotta watch from the front
N***a think that he gon play me, hol' up, n***a out his mind
N***a tried to try my gang, we gon blow him up in a mine
Shorty wanna fuck on the team, we put that dick in her spine
I don't really wanna talk to you, that's why I just took my time, yeah
I be really with the family, I don't got time for fake love
Shorty she don't understand me, cause I'm way above they bums
Momma told me get that Grammy, and fuck all those that judge
Give a big bag to my family, go shop and get what you want
I don't got time for nonsense, it don't make sense, so don't bring it up
N***as livin' in a past tense, that's why they racks ain't addin' up
I be swervin with a bad bitch, she ain't average, why you mad as fuck?
Stanley Steamer he a savage, you get mad bitch, he gon' whack you up
Smokin real Runtz out the p, I give a fuck bout what you think
Man these n***as wanna be like me, when I stunt in my white tee (Oh yeah)
I flex on a bitch I don't care, can't give you my heart, that's rare
He ain't like me, can't compare, don't look at me, n***a don't stare
I'm sorry I'm too icey, I know most n***as don't like me
Why you lookin at me like you wanna fight me
N***a, I don't know you I'm not with the hype, bitch
Tell a n***a pipe down, cause we're not with the clown shit
I be with my gang, we don't really come around much
We be in the house getting high, working on the music, bye, n***a