[Intro]
Woah (Slatt)
Woah (Slatt)
Woah (Slatt)

[Chorus]
I put a bag on ya head (I put a bag on ya)
Uh, my n***as sippin' that red (My n***as sippin' that red)
My cup full of that red (My cup full of that)
Flatt, back up, I see red (Back up, I see)
I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, made the whole spot disappear (Made the whole spot disappear)
Huh, I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, I just might pop it in here (I just might pop it in here)
You don't want problems in here (Woo, slatt)
It's too many problems in here (Slatt)
No Keed, but I got it in here (Woo)
New vibes, a party in here
My bitch, a model, yeah (Woo)
All ass, she brought it in here (Uh)
She wan' fuck on my partner in here (Uh)
Chrome fit, bitch I'm cocky in here (Uh)

[Verse 1]
I put the rack right on top of the racks
Green flag, my Glock 19
Twenty-one, my gun, 19
I had racks since I turned nineteen
She bad, tryna fuck my team
On go, she ain't pop no bean
This fit cost everything, this fit cost everything
Locked inside, I got so many chains, flashin' in your eyes
YSL really been goin' insane, MILITIA worldwide
I'll do a—, for my gang, real deal ties
Stop throwin' bullshit on my name, stop tellin' lies
[Bridge]
Woah (Yeah)
Woah, woah (Stop tellin' lies)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I put a bag on ya head (I put a bag on ya)
Uh, my n***as sippin' that red (My n***as sippin' that red)
My cup full of that red (My cup full of that)
Flatt, back up, I see red (Back up, I see)
I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, made the whole spot disappear (Made the whole spot disappear)
Huh, I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, I just might pop it in here (I just might pop it in here)
You don't want problems in here (Woah)
It's too many problems in here (Woah)
No Keed, but I got it in here (Woah)
New vibes, a party in here (Woah)
My bitch, a model, yeah (Woah)
All ass, she brought it in here (Woah)
She wan' fuck on my partner in here (Woah)
Chrome fit, bitch I'm cocky in here (Yeah, woah)

[Verse 2]
I'm makin' commas on commas on commas on commas on commas
I got me some money, then went presidential the dial, Obama (Woah)
She know I'm a star, I get to fuck that ho when I wanna
I'm tryna tell you, I'm winnin' regardless
I slept in apartments, I'm startin' to run up my commas
My shit got updated, I know that they hate it
I say I'm the greatest
She just like my last one, but she still my favorite
I'm servin' these flows, like it's crack in the '80s
Six bullets for them, and they all dedicated
For n***as that told me I would never make it
I'm probably God's favorite, I'm probably God's favorite
I hop out the bed, countin' racks up, I made it