[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Hook]
Ten racks for the glass, and I’m trippin’ out
Where I go, where I go yeah I’m trippin’ now
Flying first class and I’m flying 'round the world
Where the fuck you sitting bitch
Yeah you’re sitting your ass at home

[Chorus]
Gucci, Chanel boy you kiss and tell
Where I’m from, riding with a gun
Yeah I’m strung, flipping off the sun
Bitches bad, glaze ‘em honey bun

[Verse 1]
Lost in the sauce I think I got out
These bitches really horny when I’m brought out
Lost in the club I see the strobe lights
Yeah I’m blinded from the lights I think I got right
I don’t go outside I don’t like the sunlight
It burn my fucking skin it don’t feel right
Ridin’ ‘round town yeah I got that
Drugs on demand yeah I want that
[Verse 2]
Got 2 kilos in my bricked house
Bitches want me cause I hit doubt
Riding 'round town and I hit town
Fuck it up and I hit now
I’ma hit now gonna make a list now
Tell you everything bad about you, got too
I don’t give a fuck bitch I doubt you, got two
I can make you cry but I ain’t bout too, fuck you

[Hook]
Ten racks for the glass and I’m trippin’ out
Where I go, where I go yeah I’m trippin’ now
Flying first class and I’m flying 'round the world
Where the fuck you sitting bitch yeah you’re sitting your ass at home

[Chorus]
Gucci, Chanel boy you kiss and tell
Where I’m from, riding with a gun
Yeah I’m strung, flipping off the sun
Bitches bad, glaze ‘em honey bun