[Intro]
(Yo, gyard, stop playin')
(gelo, make your shit viral)
Uh, let's do it

[Chorus]
I might pull that bag out, I'm flexin' on your ass
We might leave 'em stretched out, we steppin' on your ass
Oh, you thuggin' with your chest out? Bitch, you on your ass
You can't get no pass, you can't get no pass
I got me a sack like okay, okay
I ran up them racks, give a damn what you think
Bitch, I ain't come to play, you can see it in my face
Bitch, I ain't in no race, it's just me and my snakes
On gang
Tell me what you know about that pain and that rain
I done seen a couple n***as change for that change
Tell them keep the fame
I'm solid, n***a, that's how I remain, fuck you think?

[Verse 1]
Pockets on overload, I look like a walking bank
I kicked a couple doors, I ran up a lot of stain
I ran up a lot of dough 'fore I got famous
I was down below and they went up, they left me hangin', I'm just sayin', yeah
Put your hand down, you can't get shit from me
Turnt up, I'm the man now, I know she miss me
Honestly, I'm spendin' cash now like it ain't shit to me
And I ain't showin' no sympathy
I'ma put this shit in they face if they wan' mention me (Let's do it)
[Chorus]
I might pull that bag out, I'm flexin' on your ass
We might leave 'em stretched out, we steppin' on your ass
Oh, you thuggin' with your chest out? Bitch, you on your ass
You can't get no pass, you can't get no pass
I got me a sack like okay, okay
I ran up them racks, give a damn what you think
Bitch, I ain't come to play, you can see it in my face
Bitch, I ain't in no race, it's just me and my snakes
On gang
Tell me what you know about that pain and that rain
I done seen a couple n***as change for that change
Tell them keep the fame
I'm solid, n***a, that's how I remain, fuck you think?

[Verse 2]
Oh yah
Young n***a beat the odds, really had it hard, now I'm livin' large
Ridin' in these foreign cars, n***a, I'm a star, fuckin' foreign broads
N***a, you know you wasn't here from the start
So don't you come 'round, you can't get a part, on God
Had to pick my head up so I can get my bread up
N***a, we got fed up, you wan' get fed or what?
You told 'em what was said, boy, is you fed or what?
But I ain't gon' say too much, feel like I said enough
[Chorus]
I might pull that bag out, I'm flexin' on your ass
We might leave 'em stretched out, we steppin' on your ass
Oh, you thuggin' with your chest out? Bitch, you on your ass
You can't get no pass, you can't get no pass
I got me a sack like okay, okay
I ran up them racks, give a damn what you think
Bitch, I ain't come to play, you can see it in my face
Bitch, I ain't in no race, it's just me and my snakes
On gang
Tell me what you know about that pain and that rain
I done seen a couple n***as change for that change
Tell them keep the fame
I'm solid, n***a, that's how I remain, fuck you think?