[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Ten toes down, one thou-, dirty south all day
Need my payments, son of Satan, face gated don't play
954, ride solo n***a figaro figaro
Slime on your head like Nickelo- and you like the first episode

[Hook: Chris Travis]
I'ma need a couple bands before I do the show
I play the whole damn game I don't need a coach
I'm smoking in this Earth n***a I can see the globe
And [?] from behind me I can't see you hoes

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
See me riding high as fuck think I lost my green
But I just hid the shit incase I run into a scene
Yo' bitch be watching she just sit and favorite all my tweets
I'm looking at my phone like bitch is you gon speak or scheme
I made my name poppin' bitch they never thought of me
Now when you hear that it's Chris Travis know that he the king
Let my money speak
These broke n***as got opinions cause they money weak

[Bridge 1: Chris Travis]
My n***as coming through the building n***a fucking fucking fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck the whole club up

[Hook: Chris Travis]
[Bridge 2: Robb Bank$]
I can't see you hoes
Sure sure sure sure sure sure sure

[Verse 3: Robb Bank$]
Boy tell them n***as stay the fuck up in your lane we run the city
Prepaid n***a yall begging on a minute
They standing by the phone like they want fucking tickets
Dropped a dick up in your bitch
I turn I'm dyslexic
Ain't got no know type like Unknown with the Pokémon reference
[?] from the [?]
It's the most hated [?]
Every bitch I fuck starts rapping of gets reinvented
Fuck n***a know that I do
Yall n***as lunch, boy your food
My name hands on like a pad
Why in the fuck is you mad?
Can't even check my pulse, in Actavis I trust
Phone life my n***as got white, that's Bones, Elliot and Pouya
Sure