[Chorus: Mari Mac]
Tryna see how much racks can fit in the duffle
N***a  just to get the bag, I might work it double
Lotta  fake shit, n***as acting like they love you
And when you start getting money, that nearly get you puzzled
Yeah that bitch so bad, had to get that ass a muzzle
Broke  a highlight shooting like a huddle
Get  the racks n***a, and remain humble
Only n***a getting racks, watch your gang crumble
Watch  [?]
[?]
I like pouring Codeine just to watch it bubble
And I heard [?]
I might hit it once, and block it like [?]
Any  n***a talking about me, we send him under
[?]

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
And we don't like to fuss no more
My n***a shoot 30 like a Perkeset
Say your name, these bitches never forget
I ran it up, but did some shit I regret
I see my mama drop a chair, I ran up a cheque
I told these bitches "run it up", I don't want the sex
I'm never buying shit from bitches, I feel like the spes
Any n***as acting like bitches, these n***as be pressed
Fuck n***as be losers [?], looking like a cooler
[?] chooser
Imma double up, let my n***as school ya
I did it all, had bands in the [?]
[?] we don't stand
[?]
We be talking money, shit these n***as can't stand
[Chorus: Mari Mac]
Tryna see how much racks can fit in the duffle
N***a just to get the bag, I might work it double
Lotta fake shit, n***as acting like they love you
And when you start getting money, that nearly get you puzzled
Yeah that bitch so bad, had to get that ass a muzzle
Broke a highlight shooting like a huddle
Get the racks n***a, and remain humble
Only n***a getting racks, watch your gang crumble
Watch [?]
[?]
I like pouring Codeine just to watch it bubble
And I heard [?]
I might hit it once, and block it like [?]
Any n***a talking about me, we send him under
[?]

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
V12 know how to get the racks made
Going 90 miles an hour like a bat cage
They get no pussy, still buying over Backpage
Think you [?] you can catch a fade
Sip a drink I had from the other day
Even if I fail, I can make it in another way
And I got some racks in the stash that I put away
Everything we sell get it right, and we give away
You say that you real, but you really fake
Back on the gang shit, you said you was a renegade
I got the [?] get paied
Dirty up the cup, pour a 4 in the minute made
Rolling up a blunt, got Jalato on the freeway
And I'm on the way to Vegas in my PJ's
Now I get to the cash, fuck what he say
See the boys do the dash on the [?]
[Chorus: Mari Mac]
Tryna see how much racks can fit in the duffle
N***a just to get the bag, I might work it double
Lotta fake shit, n***as acting like they love you
And when you start getting money, that nearly get you puzzled
Yeah that bitch so bad, had to get that ass a muzzle
Broke a highlight shooting like a huddle
Get the racks n***a, and remain humble
Only n***a getting racks, watch your gang crumble
Watch [?]
[?]
I like pouring Codeine just to watch it bubble
And I heard [?]
I might hit it once, and block it like [?]
Any n***a talking about me, we send him under
[?]