[Pre-Chorus]
I got percies, I got lean (DANGER!)
Rock the 30’ for those f--
I got-- i got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those--
I got-, I got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins

I got (chili?) fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n***as look at me
N***as they not really--

(BlackMoneyBoyz Deathrow, fuck n***a)

[Verse 1]
I got them bags, i can sh-- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, i can shoot him for a fee
If u tryna’ see some drank, n***a you should fuck with me
I got molly, i got weed
I got everything i need

[Chorus]
I got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those f--
I got-- i got percies, i got lean
Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got chill, the fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n***as look at me

[Verse 2]
N***as they not really playin'
And i send it in my dreams
Im not stupid, i be gang
And i move accordingly
I just bought two [?], they’ll be dirty in a week
I just-- I just--
I just bought two [?], they’ll be dirty in a week
N***as hiding, [?] smoke
We gon’ smoke all his on me

[Verse 3]
I ain’t laughing ain’t no joke
This ain’t not no fucking game
Speaking on my n***a Mike
Til' these bullets hit his brain
On my gang he got no pass, n***a
I ain’t fucking playing
You won’t catch me at no mass, n***a
I ain’t fucking praying
I ain’t even wanna speak, bitch if you not fucking paying
[Verse 4]
Yuh
The fuck you sayin’?
N***as can’t even compete with me
They gotta team up
And they smoke can’t even fuck with me
That shit not enough
I’ll go bitch off where i’m known n***a
Ain’t no fucking tricks
Cause that shit will get you killed n***a
Get you turnt to dust
I can't take no fucking chance n***a
I ain’t had no luck
But i always take that risk n***a
I don’t give a fuck

[Outro]
I got them bags, i can sh-- (yuh, yuh)
I got them bags, i can shoot him for a fee
If u tryna’ see some drank, n***a you should fuck with me

I got molly, i got weed
I got everything i need
I got percies, i got lean

Rock the 30’ for those feins
I got (chili?) fuck you mean
Thirty bands inside my jeans
And i think he got a beam
And these n***as look at me