text: Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Smoke, its freezing
  Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps 
  Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin at the light, he got in his top
  Hit him in his top
  Hundred racks on your T-O-P
  Fuck nigga, thats on G-O-D 
  Come get it, cause the smoke for free 
  Young niggas, they gon blow for me 
  Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps 
  Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin at the light, he got in his top 
  Hit him in his top
  Hundred racks on your T-O-P 
  Fuck nigga, thats on G-O-D
  Come get it, cause the smoke for free 
  Young niggas, they gon blow for me
  Hundred racks on a new AP
  Two-fifty on a C-O-U-P-E 
  I put that on G-O-D
  Fifty shots, and the chop spinnin through the East like we playin C-O-D
  Up a milli, I should be OT
  Rich as fuck, what got into me?
  I can slide through my hood, iced out
  Hop out, fuck my enemies 
  Killer in me and my energy 
  Call shots, thats my inner G 
  I got killers with me, NSV
  Shootin shit up like we in a V
  Goin crazy like ADD
  And rappers rap like its ABCs
  And I could rap, sayin ABCs
  What they pay me to see
  Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps 
  Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin at the light, he got in his top
  Hit him in his top
  Hundred racks on your T-O-P
  Fuck nigga, thats on G-O-D 
  Come get it, cause the smoke for free 
  Young niggas, they gon blow for me
  Pussy got hit in the head, dont mention my name, he got hit in the leg 
  Get out the car if you scared, we went through they hood, and we painted it red 
  I dont really talk on phones, we put you to bed if we find out you fed 
  I got them sticks in the shed, the bullets is big, they knockin out dreads
  Pop out, rock out 
  Savage pull up with his Glock out 
  Hit your bitch with the dick, now she cockeyed 
  I got the juice like Im Popeye 
  I got the streets in a yolk 
  Too much money to beef bout a ho
  We dont make diss songs, pussy, we score
  Got too high, now his ass on the floor 
  Never catch me on no sucker shit 
  I buy a watch for the fuck of it 
  I dont got time for the small talk 
  Shut the fuck up and keep suckin it 
  Gun so big, I aint tuckin it 
  Fucked too many niggas, I aint cuffin it 
  Got a big dot, she lovin it
  I know she used to niggas thats on fuckin shit 
  Hundred racks on the drop, pull up on they block, poppin at the opps 
  Caught a nigga with his bitch slippin at the light, he got in his top
  Hit him in his top
  Hundred racks on your T-O-P 
  Fuck nigga, thats on G-O-D
  Come get it, cause the smoke for free 
  Young niggas, they gon blow for me