[Intro]
(He slayed this one)

[Verse]
Ayy, bad bitch, n***a, she wanna get necked
Bad bitch and we gon' hop on a jet
I get that money, I don't break a sweat
He ain't even seen like twenty racks yet
FJ, n***a, this not a Corvette
Murder gang, n***a, no need for a vest
He wanna talk, then we chop off his head
Thought he was runnin', this K hit his head
Ayy, told my young n***a, "Roll up"
Ten racks out, she froze up
Look at this ho, she chose up
He ain't gettin' money, I told ya
Lil' ho, this not Wock', yeah, this some Tris up in my soda
Put Codeine, yeah, ovеr that hoe and she know it
N***a, yeah, uh, it's ovеr
Put his ho on a flight, n***a, uh-huh, she tryna come over
We get them racks and we spend it
Again and again and again 'til it's over
Seducin' his ho with the racks
Yeah, lil' ho yeah she fell in love with my soda
Fuck it, okay, just pour it up
[Outro]
N***a, yeah, up in my soda
N***a, yeah this that, uh, no Wock' no Tris up in my soda
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah lil' n***a, fuck it, just pour it up
Ayy, I think 12, they just rolled up