[Intro]
Yeah
Back in this bitch, smokin' thrax in this (Skrrt)
Yeah (999, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Back in this bitch (Back)
Smoking thrax in this bitch (Thrax)
Back in the day, I was in the trap, moving packs in this bitch (Moving packs)
Run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this bitch (Grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this bitch, huh (Grrah, grrah, on my lap)
Running too fast, that's a lap in this bitch, huh, yeah (Skrrt, I go hard)
I go hard, huh, cashin' and shit, yeah, ayy (I go hard, yeah)
Pullin' up in the Aston and shit (In the Aston)
Wanna fight Chapo, left-right, left-right like Cassius and shit, yeah (Graah graah, cash)
Cashin' and shit

[Verse 1]
Cash out on a bitch (Yeah, uh-huh)
Damn right, I'ma hit (Yeah, uh-huh)
Damn right I make hits (Yeah), I can't miss (Yeah), I can't miss (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch in the kitchen (Uh, uh-huh, yeah)
So every time when she cooking you up grits, she reminiscing, ya' dig (Uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, ya dig, ya dig)
Damn I talk too much, I should really shut up (Shh, shut up)
But I talk too much 'cause I'm a moneymaker (Moneymaker)
I say what I want (Uh-huh), or don't say shit at all (Shut up)
Bitch, I shoot to kill, huh (Yeah)
You shoot to make 'em fall (Grrah, grrah)
Bitch I feel like Vans (Huh), my shit be off the wall, huh (I be skatin')
Doing percocets, wasn't fuckin' with that Adderall, huh (I be racin')
Bitch knock it off (Yeah), come over here and top me off (Yeah, yeah)
And I can't gon' pick you up, but I'll drop you off (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
Back in this bitch (Back)
Smoking thrax in this bitch (Thrax)
Back in the day, I was in the trap, moving packs in this bitch (Moving packs)
Run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this bitch (Grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this bitch, huh (Grrah, grrah, on my lap)
Running too fast, that's a lap in this bitch, huh, yeah (Skrrt, I go hard)
I go hard, huh, cashin' and shit, yeah, ayy (I go hard, yeah)
Pullin' up in the Aston and shit (In the Aston)
Wanna fight Chapo, left-right, left-right like Cassius and shit, yeah (Graah graah, cash)
Cashin' and shit

[Verse 2]
Fuck n***a wanna text my phone, huh
He don't even tote my pole
N***a wanna run, he gone, fuckin' that bitch, she gone
She wanna text my phone, really wanna tote my pole
In her abyss she gone, in her abyss, she gone
Why you wanna text my phone, dumb bitch, leave me 'lone
You know that money color, Revenge on me, VLONE
Fuckin' that bitch, she gone, Revenge on me, VLONE
Revenge on me, VLONE
Ain't tryna tote my pole, no, bro don't want no smoke
Pull up on him, it's over
Marchin' in that bitch like soldiers
Yeah, I already know yo' girl could overdose
Perky on me, I overload, ha, hold on
Perky on me, I overload, double D bitch, she motorboat
I'm a zombie off them drugs, hope I don't overdose
Think too much when I drink too much, I may just overload
That lil' bitch, she gon' fuck, keep it on the low
Tocher when I'm in the liquor store
Shit, I let the codeine and I let the liquor pour
Bitch I need some more, bitch I need some more
Huh, yeah here it go
You don't wanna tote my pole, my young n***a take your soul
I'm a part I take your go up, pull up on 'em, that gun go woah
He don't wanna tote no pole, fuck n***a don't want no smoke
Gun on me, bitch I reload
Ain't tryna tote no pole, bitch I'll take your soul
Pull up on the scene, I'm gone
Eyes so low, I know
Pull up on the scene, so low
Box on my logo, I ain't come to box, oh no
No adidas, but I get shell toes
Double G on my back, right, I ain't look at the tag right
Pull up on him, I blast, right, choppa on yo' ass, right
Double G on my back, right, I ain't look at the tag right
Pull up, choppa blast, yeah, my n***as on your ass, huh
Leave you in the past if you ain't talkin' 'bout the cash
Leave you in the past, you ain't talkin' 'bout the cash
Double G on my back, Ksubi jeans on me, sag
Pockets fat off them bands, fell asleep off them Xans
Walk up tweakin' on my ex bitch, then my next bitch
Put the money on your head, bitch, that's my next hit, yeah
I'm gon' get some head, bitch, from a dead bitch
I'ma get some head, bitch, dead presidents
Hunnid in my pocket, don't look at my vallet
Rocket on me, bitch, I launch it, this is not a pocket rocket
No, I am not with the talkin'
Give him the digits, he'll take the offence
Talk too often, shut the fuck up, money be talkin'
All on my phone, bitch leave me alone
Bitch, look at your ho from the way I'm finna bone
And my style original, you cannot clone it
Off the top for real, lil' bitch, I don't write
Lil' bitch I don't write, I'm the shit, no wipe
On her-, wait, my hand on my .9
Transform to a chop', that bitch Optimus Prime
Bitch I'm in my prime
Rollie on me, can't take my time
Tony Hawk, bitch, I'm on my grind
Money is mine, now yours is mine, huh, ayy
That lil' bitch, she shine, VVS alkaline, ayy
I be on the scene, huh, smokin' right
OG in my Backwood, I don't fuck with Swishers
KKK on my AK 'cause I don't fuck with n***as, huh
Tommy my Hilfiger, huh, posin' for that picture, uh, ayy
Back to where I'm from we turn n***as into Swishers, huh
He gone, huh, Rollie, huh
Run up on me then it's over
High off of Percs, I ain't sober
.40 will do you like Homer
Stick all this shit like a boner, my flow yeah, no
My flow, bitch I own it, only wanna me, no clone
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, bitches be choosin'
Yeah, these bitches be goin', huh
Back in the day I was in the trap, just tryna make me some snow
I am from the [?], but I know n***as from low
Run frome the police, don't you?
You smoke OG, don't you?
You want kill 'em, don't you?
You smoke OG, don't you?
You rollin' on OG, don't you?
Ain't finna run from-
Fuck with 12, it's over, yeah, bitch it's over
I get so damn high, I end up in a coma
Fuck that bitch, she goin', oh-oh yeah, she goin'
Gun on me, no, I don't show it
Lean in the pint, yeah, I pour it
Purple shit, shit, purple to my fuckin' stomach, hurt
Even when I'm gone I'ma put in work
If he hatin' on me, he'll be on the shore
[Chorus]
Back in this bitch (Back)
Smoking thrax in this bitch (Thrax)
Back in the day, I was in the trap, moving packs in this bitch (Moving packs)
Run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this bitch (Grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this bitch, huh (Grrah, grrah, on my lap)
Running too fast, that's a lap in this bitch, huh, yeah (Skrrt, I go hard)
I go hard, huh, cashin' and shit, yeah, ayy (I go hard, yeah)
Pullin' up in the Aston and shit (In the Aston)
Wanna fight Chapo, left-right, left-right like Cassius and shit, yeah (Graah graah, cash)
Cashin' and shit