Stone cold racks, lil' n***a let's turn this shit to a tundra
I just smoked 3 grams to the face, lil' n***a so high, still can't put the blunt up
I was in LA, geeked up with Runna
He get two shots, turn to a runner
I was with two hoes, fuckin' on two hoes, I done seen two hoes fuckin' each other
I got my racks up, word to my mother
Pull up, all black coupe like my brothers
I'm tryna put on for all of my brothers
Y'all n***as so capped out, keep it a hunnid
Fuck a lil' rap cosign, I don't want it
When my n***as walk down, yeah, they gon' [?]
They tryna knock me off from respawnin'
That ho give me top 5, she gon' be on it
I'm in the top house, smokin' on top floor
These n***as talk trash, act like ya' homie
With my top hoe, I walk around like, [?]
Rich lil' [?], I'm head huncho
Money on stand fold, bitch, I don't know you
Wеnt from her headphone straight to hеr neck bone
She givin' neck with ya young n***a tourin'
Heard your lil' new shit, man, it was torture
We got heat on go, we gon' torch you
Hop inside that fashion, n***a like [?]
I just pulled up matte black, young n***a forced it
In the Scat Pack, you can't afford it
Hop up, ghost, like Snapchat, tryna explore it