[Intro]
(Bugz on the beat)

[Verse 1]
Thirty clip longer than a Louis trench coat
She upgraded from pepper spray to Glocks, I make my bitch tote
I came up off of trappin', I don't condone any kick-door
Like I'm Lamar Jackson, bullets comin' out the pistol
I'm the hottest n***a in my city, but my wrist froze
Bought a sweater out of Neiman Marcus made by Kenzo
OG sellin' boy and girl, I did this for my kinfolk
On the phone, we speak in code, he dropped the load, I tell him ten-four

[Chorus]
We don't write no statuses, I got booked for traffickin'
Send packs to Orlando, make 'em disappear likе magic
I'm drippin' on accident, got more sticks than a cactus
Like an organ donor, I'd bе glad to let you n***as have it

[Verse 2]
The money be the only thing that's on my mind
Professional skater, I been on my grind
She ain't got no titties, she got all behind
She know how to suck it, she get all my time
I'm a player, baby, hope you understand
Fallin' in love with me was never part of the plan
I melt in your mouth, lil' bitch, not in your hand
I got bitches, you can find another man
You not mine, you just a fan
Pack it up, time to get up out my crib
Faces in my pockets dead, had to get 'em how I live
I was trappin' on Belair with guns big as Uncle Phil
Now these bitches wanna eat me 'cause they know I'm worth a mil'

[Chorus]
We don't write no statuses, I got booked for traffickin'
Send packs to Orlando, make 'em disappear like magic
I'm drippin' on accident, got more sticks than a cactus
Like an organ donor, I'd be glad to let you n***as have it