[Intro]
(Keep it up Sharkboy)
(This is a YP exclusive)
We get fucked up, uh
We get fucked up, uh
We get fucked up, uh
I got racks now, yeah, they think I lucked up
Ha, lucked up, yeah, they think I—
Uh, ayy

[Verse]
In my bag, I'ma spend it
Bitch, them racks, we gettin'
Yeah, that cat, we get it, yeah
We not the same, we different
Bitch, we winnin'
I'm on Oxy', I'm winnin', uh
She on Molly, she sinnin'
This a Z06, we sittin' in
Some of my n***as, they still in the kitchen
I stayed the same, nah, I ain't switchin'
Most of these Glocks, yeah, they came with switches
Most of these n***as, they act like bitches
Most of these Glocks, they came wit' extensions
Boy, keep me out yo' mentions (Yeah)
Put Codeine over these women (Yeah)
I'm too high, I feel it (Uh-uh)
Get too high, like— (Like, ha)
Too high, feel like a villain
N***a, we forever killin' 'em
And I run that money up, just run it like an athlete
Fuck 12, yeah, they on my ass, but fuck it, they can't catch me
And I score my own drank so, n***a, you can't tax me
FN turn this bitch into a track meet
[Outro]
Yeah, FN turn this bitch right to a track meet
FN turn this bitch into a track meet, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah, they can't catch me
Uh, uh, tax me
That mean you can't tax me
Catch me