Chrous:
Yea, party like Rolling Loud
I'm in the coupe, I'm in the back, I'm just rolling loud
Talk on the gang, call up the jits, they gon gun him down
I'm in the trap, I'm with the killas, we smoke out the pound

Verse 1:
Look at the Glock, hollow tip rounds
I'm with my dawgs, chill in the pound
Hit the block up, I make my rounds
I'm in the street, I hold this shit down
Mix up the flow like Coke in the Crown
I ain't scared of you boy, you is a clown
They keep saying my time is next, but I just want that shit right now
I'm so high, my heads in the clouds
Open the pit, I jump in the crowd
We too lit, we won't shut down
My baby telling me she so prada me
Watch me get my bands then I stack it in my Louis tee
Quit calling mе your brother cause bro, you ain't no kin to me

Bridgе:
(Man, I'm tired of this shit, I'm tryna get the fuck outta here and shit, I'm struggling man. Fuck this shit, I'm getting outta here, i'm chasing this bag bro, you know what the fuck it is, man get the fuck out my way)

Verse 2:
Baby, you thought I was gone
Baby, you thought so wrong
I was in the back of the coupe, I was making that pack, I was hitting that bong
I was in the back of the coupe, hotboxxing that bitch like Cheech and Chong
Walk in a club with my bad bitch, you know I throw money all night long
I got the, mud in the dirty cup
Counting my K then I throw it up
Fucking the commas, I just run it up
We do not play, we just tooted up
We in the club and we booted up
?? ...got the toolie tucked
We just skirt in a Bentley truck
(Yea, extend it, extend it)
Chrous:
Yea, party like Rolling Loud
I'm in the coupe, I'm in the back, I'm just rolling loud
Talk on the gang, call up the jits, they gon gun him down
I'm in the trap, I'm with the killas, we smoke out the pound