[Intro]
Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch
CBass, bitch
Yo', what it do, n***a? Yo', yo'

[Chorus]
What it do, n***a?
When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool n***a
If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, n***a, please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a fuck
The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass
These n***as wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 1]
I be spending all this money if I never had it
Gettin' Benji's before twenty's, I swear, it's just a habit
I shop a lot, I'm in the mall, I never check a price
In Dior out in Puerto Rico, eatin' steak and rice
Keep it on me, pull that trigger, we ain't thinkin' twice
I get them haters at ya' head like they some fuckin' lice
This n***as sayin' he's the goat, I taught you how to rap
He bringing [?] out in public, don't know how to act
You boys my sons, I got to school 'em, like Professor Trap
I tell my shooters you a problem, let me get you whacked
I might just lean on my bands
I'm off a bean and a gram
I met your girl, she a fan, wait, yeah
Uh, you n***as will never touch
N***a, I never give fucks, uh
I do that flow way too much now
Haha, uh, but they still rockin' with me, uh
I got a pot that's-, uh-uh-uh
I got a pot that's fifty, hoe
Bitch, look, I gotta get my bread, uh
Why these n***as mad? Uh
I don't understand, look
What? Look, n***as hating on me, uh
Boy, you mad baloney, uh
Please stop actin' phony
[Chorus]
What it do, n***a?
When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool n***a
If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, n***a, please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a fuck
The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass
These n***as wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 2]
Yo', what it do, my G?
Look at my pendant, G
Look at my jewelry
I can just flex on, I do it beautifully
I got a dot on my eyes, I gotta count my cheese
I let my choppa fire, put his ass on a T
Be on my alphabet shit, I always come and wreck shit
I rock the Robins too much, I always throw a check, shit
What? Huh, huh, I always go and wreck shit
I always go and wreck shit, look
Where the cash at? Where the guns?
Fuck the drugs, where your stash at?
N***as plottin', boy, you wildin', where your bands at?
I'm so cold the choppa blowin', where your fans at?
I'm so cold, that's prolly why they call me Trap Jack
I'm in the Benzerelli Bentley flippin' damn that
I pull up [?] fuckin' n***as mad at
Oh, that's your bitch, I pay a hundred, prolly slam that
In the [?]
What it do, n***a?