text: Yeah
  We aint giving out smoke, we giving out embalming fluid
  Spin that shit every day, every night
  Back to back to back to back to back
  Yall niggas cant even trap, nothing
  Post up, nothing, kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothing
  We spinning back to back
  Two weeks, three weeks straight, nigga, on God, nigga
  Big 4L, pussy
  Rockin ice like Im tryna make a knot go down
  When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down
  Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down
  Im rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down
  Maybach, Maybach with the shade 
  Brand new CTS all red like the Braves 
  Yall just started slidin, we was slidin back in the day 
  21, 21 Gang, woodgrain on the K 
  Big, Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face 
  Ski, ski mask, fuck a camera, gun him down on tape 
  Breaking, breaking news, FOX 5, pussy, we dont play 
  I call my Hellcat OVO cause it keep a Drac 
  Red dot, headshot, pussy DOA 
  Count me, count me a ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes 
  Niggas need to, niggas need to call they hood Beyblades cause all we do is spin in it 
  I own me, own me a couple establishments, I aint worried bout your business 
  Yall running round here gossipin, Im tryna make me some more millions 
  Ridin with a stick in the hotbox, I aint never put my phone in it 
  Call your, we call your main bitch pussy hood cause all we do is joan in it 
  Money the only paperwork I put my bros in 
  Somebody please unthaw, unthaw my ears cause they frozen
  Rockin ice like Im tryna make a knot go down
  When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down
  Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down
  Im rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down
  Charge him with theft by taking cause his drip stolen 
  Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling 
  Had to do CPR, I got your bitch choking 
  Selling Percocets, bar and cocaine
  So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open 
  Water, water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
  Put some holes in your shirt, now its red, soakin 
  I aint runnin from no smoke, period, semi-colon 
  You wanna hold somethin, I got plenty shells 
  I dont even want no smoke, niggas gon tattletale 
  I dont even play with peoples kids, go play Battlefield 
  Im from the East, home of the murders, you niggasll die out here 
  They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild 
  You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib 
  You gon fuck around and get chopped, lil Karate Kid 
  I aint seen him in a minute, but ask if God did 
  Saint Laurent sweater
  Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er 
  Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar 
  Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendett-er 
  When it come to shh, we got plenty
  Eating Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni 
  And I eat, sleep, shit, fuck with the semi 
  Screamin fuck friends, family first, rocking Fendi , Fendi