[Verse]
30 racks, 50 racks, running up them racks
Keep a sack, lay a sack, that ain't no Quarterback
Stop p-playing with me boy
Fore' I pull up on your bitch ass with the boys
I keep a gunner n***a, I ain't going
In designer n***a, look like Rick Owens
Or like Rick Ross bitch, boss in Miami
With a bitch named Suzy, and her girlfriend Tammy
Threesome, lil bitch suck-suck
Three guns, that one come off
Man down, I'm a rider
Hot boy, I'm on fire, big timer
He ain't blow, he ain't go
Fucked her at the side, death row
The chopper got a beam and a scope
Pop up out your door that's bro
He ain't on, yeah he broke
N***a better have his vest on
Killed my n***a Holly let's roll
What the fuck you n***as hating for?
Catch your hoe, and your boss
N***a, we don't give a fuck about the law
Aye, money on my mind, that's all
Do I fuck with pussies? Hell naw
N***a's hiding, where he go?
Run the fucking city, game over
Free my n***as out the cuffs bro
Welcome home my n***a [?]