[Intro]
(Trademark)

[Verse 1]
My n***a told I'm in good position
Stay in the clan, get that money, pay opps no attention
They know we down to take a hat, they bet' not ever mention
Me and my bros or we gon' swerve up with them blicks hittin'
Bitch, we 'bout big business

[Chorus]
Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole
Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door
She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong
Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on
I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean
In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag
Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask
They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', hе gon' get his head bashed in

[Verse 2]
My bitch tеll me get my thug on
Caught up in that shit, you in the midst, that mean you thug wrong
Be a business man, it ain't 'bout money, better love home
Only on exotic, it ain't 'Za, then get that boy gone
I found out she a thot but it's too late
I'm not into breaking hearts but how I tell it to her face?
Tell me where the fuck I start because there's tears in her face
I never tried to win her heart 'cause I was never in a race
Ain't into bullshit, I mind my business
23 Moncler coat, that's how I kick it
Double B, Simon belt and I'm countin' digits
No need to hate on another n***a 'cause I'm livin'
The world keep on spinnin'
[Chorus]
Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole
Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door
She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong
Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on
I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean
In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag
Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask
They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', he gon' get his head bashed in

[Verse 3]
Fuck it then, fifty shots, 54, five shells
Mentally they ain't with me, they don't ever see know I feel
Solid young n***a, I could always say I kept it real
Dissin' me in songs, that's gon' get yo' pussy ass killed
We gon' step on every fuckin' thing
Bro guys, they my bros, on my soul, I won't change
They keep dissin' on my bro, on my soul, they won't faint
Lettin' the fans hype up the beef, on my soul, that shit lame

[Chorus]
Eight cutters on the floor, got my heart in a hole
Knock, knock, there go the reaper, standin' at the door
She a thot, I wanna keep her, I'm knowing that it's dead wrong
Man, it's sad I gotta leave her, not tryna lead her on
I'm on I-10, ridin' with a cup full of lean
In my backend, that Drac' all-black in my bag
Call it Batman, ridin' with two clips and my mask
They might cash in, he boot up at my coo', he gon' get his head bashed in