[Chorus: Smoke AO]
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Call up yo bit
Caught that drip
Keep it lowkey
Caught that drip
Oz on me
Caught that drip
Fuck the police
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Call up yo bit
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
[Verse 1: Smoke AO]
No more bricks
I'm so lit
Check the fit
Used to flip
Counterfeit
Servin spill
Crack the seal
Then reseal
Smokin gas
Thats that kill
Talkin packs
Time to ship
Send it way out
To the sticks
Ain't no way out
Of this bitch
Gotta pay out
Wit that bread
Start investin
Fuck the feds
Stay away
N get this check
I'm just posted
To the neck
Smokin pounds
Got zero stress
Me an bro get
Zips for less
Free my n***as
In the feds
Keep it lit
Smokin zips
Fruity shit
To the head
[Chorus: Smoke AO]
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Call up yo bit
Caught that drip
Keep it lowkey
Caught that drip
Oz on me
Caught that drip
Fuck the police
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Cartier wrist
Caught that drip
Call up yo bit
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip
Caught that drip

[Verse 2: Smoke AO]
I caught the drip
But i dont pay the fee
You might get knocked off
Fuckin wit me
I sent that bitch
To go fuck wit the team
I know some n***as
That paint up the scene
I puff some stuff
I just pulled out the p
Gettin so high i need
Somethin to eat
Yo bitch beggin me
Hitin my DM
Used to hit licks
We need the bread
Now i get licked
She give me head
I took a vid
Hit it on cam
We have a fit
Just for the bands
Don't trust that bitch
She get you hammed
Them n***a hatin
Clutchin on lead
I'm smoking gas
Takeoff like jets
I get a dab
Gone off the wax
I'm in the lab
Cookin these tracks
Servin it fast
Like it was crack
I put myself
Right on the map
I put the pounds
Right on my back

[Verse 2: Lil B]
One in the head
You know that i got him you know that he dead
You know what i said you know what i said
Poppin top on the drop
All these bitches gon stop
B town on that block
B town we dont stop
Comin out straight from the bay
Shout out to LA all in the A we rollin up trees
We rollin up yay
Coppin these bitches we fuckin these hoes
I dont give a fuck about all that dough
Spit it out all that low
(?)
Rockin Off top
Doin this shit and we don't stop
We got bands we got the drop
Got a lot and we don't fuckin stop
Got that money we ain't playin with nothin fuck that we gon say some
Fuck that we gone brrrrr- some
All we do is gettin
All we do is flippin
All we do is winnin
All we do is winnin
All we do is love
All we do is (?)
If you wanna see us
Bitch come with us
What we gone do we gone fuck wit it too
What we gone do we gone rock on ya too
We gone play wit them n***as and shop on ya too
We got them bags for sale
And we ain't with that info tell
Cuz we not snitchin
And we not bitchin
We come thru
And fuck these bitches
We come thru on 26s
We come thru on that west coast shit
Shouts out to Atlanta bitch