[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)
(Are you in the mafia?)
(Am I in the what?)
(Whatever you wanna call it; Organized crime)
(I’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up, it's a stereotype)

[Chorus]
I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk
Bro just spilled a whole zip of weed when I stabbed off
We pull up with all sticks like we play for the Blackhawks
Ordered two McDoubles, I told 'em hold the Mac Sauce
'Cause I'ma put my own fetti in 'em, I don't leave 'em raw

[Verse]
I don't want no petty ass order, I'ma need 'em all
Her tits don't sit up like I like, she gon' need a bra
Bro just pulled up in a Scat' askin' me where it's at
Say yo' shooter on that, we'll turn him to a pack
My bitch from the 'Raq on a flat
Quake and rock, twist her Act', my drink man he on deck
You CashApp'ed her yo last, why the fuck you send her that?
We know it's 'bout some pape' if we ever interact
If I don't like the ice cubes, you know I send 'em back
She suck it on sight when she see me, I just sit back
My whole outfit cost a kick knack
Four AR clips together like a Kit Kat
I got a baller belly not a six pack
If you ever up on me, I need my lick back
If she ever see me, you won't get yo' bitch back
Took two of mine, we forever gettin' getback
Watch how you run up, bro'll throw a n***a shit back
Yo mans lookin' broke, n***a, fix that
Bitch, who you fuckin'? What you drive? Where you live at?
I know I can't see where yo' waist, but where yo' wrist at?
He ain't seen his ho in a minute, where his bitch at?
I came by myself the barbecue a n***a kickback
I don't need no intro, you hoes know I been that
I see you got the Dweller, DameDot, where you get that?
Bitch how many vendors do you got on yo' WhatsApp?
I hit the bitch hard from the back, make her cuss at me
She suck my dick so good, I ain't even wanna fuck after
I was so in shock, I forgot to even CashApp her
I told all my n***as 'bout the shit and we laughed at her
Cup so muddy
A sixteen of trench, got the shit from Lil' Cuddy
All blues in my pocket but I'm ridin' with my bloody
Got a text from a bad bitch, she told me slut her
How is I'm a democrat when I'm goin' to the republic?
I just spent ten bands for nothin'
Bro'll blow yo' bitch ass in public
Beat the case like Gucci, make you n***as change the subject
Skrrt
I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk
N***a, tell the truth, you ain't fell back, you fell off
If I sell a thousand of these vezzos, I'm well off
Yeah, but you know me, I'ma need a thousand more
I'm only gon' be here for a minute then I'm out the door
Walk in the mansion, let her count the pros
[Chorus]
I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk
Bro just spilled a whole zip of weed when I stabbed off
We pull up with all sticks like we play for the Blackhawks
Ordered two McDoubles, I told 'em hold the Mac Sauce
'Cause I'ma put my own fetti in 'em, I don't leave 'em raw