[Intro]
(That boy JDolla go crazy)
(Pluto got it knockin') Yeah

[Verse]
That n***a said he slidin', he still got touched
I keep the racks in a band, n***a, addin' it up, yeah
Just do the math, got these lil' n***as mad as fuck, ayy
We do the braggin', these n***as, they sharin' a cup, ayy
These n***as broke than a bitch and they sharin' a line
Yeah, and I buy anything in the store, n***a, don't wait in line
N***a ain't cuffin' these hoes, these hoes, they always lyin', yeah
What I spent on codeine, n***a, could've bought your lil' Nissan
Yeah, uh, boy, better stop that flexin'
Yeah, we really keep Dracos, I'm in thе O with some felons
Yeah, thеse n***as better lay low, I heard they doin' that tellin' (Uh-uh)
My n***a got all the bowls, he finna pack it and mail it (Uh-uh)
Yeah, he ain't even talkin' 'bout money, these lil' n***as be runnin', ha
I been that n***a all summer, yeah, n***a, this bitch wan' fuck me, yeah
N***a, this ho wanna suck me, yeah, and I got that lil' ho cummin', yeah
This his ho, she want me, this his ho, she on me, yeah
(This his ho, she on me)
(You ain't even gettin' no money, yeah)
Brand new Prada bag, bitch, I get to the cash
These lil' n***as in last, these lil' n***as be ass
N***a, my ho be way too bad, might buy that ho a bag
Now that ass already fat so she don't need no ass
I'm on codeine in the nosebleeds
I get high as God, uh, n***a, I can't see
Ain't ever care about this rap shit, n***a, this don't mean nun to me
I got racks, this shit be easy, these n***as still under me, yeah
[Outro]
(Pluto got it knockin')