text: I like my bitches bossy
  This Lacoste fit, it cost me
  A couple grammys on me now, Im tryna get em off me
  Im tryna get a Grammy
  And beach house in Miami
  My bitch might need a Beamer
  Right now she drive a Camry
  That hundred round like family
  I ride around with it
  Might hit a lick and smoke a pound
  Im really down with it
  If I see them lights flash Ima down hill it
  That mean I aint stoppin, turn up like I aint poppin
  Nigga who is you and where you from? you aint poppin
  Fuck you call this phone for if you aint shopping
  Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping
  Walk out that bitch with them bags like Im bank robbing
  Dont compare us to these niggas cause they aint mobbing
  They starving, bitch Im cooking like Im J. Harden
  Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens
  If you aint getting digits, nigga say nothing
  We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
  We got army guns like the fucking fighters
  Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
  Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
  Promise I dont think I could get any higher
  Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
  Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir
  Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire
  Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
  Couple VVSs on my neck the way my diamonds hit
  I was 13, robbin niggas, drinking that brown bitch
  Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick
  VVS all on my neck, hold up
  100 round drum in that TEC, hold up
  Pull up on you in a Vette, hold up
  Pull up, bitches break their neck, hold up
  Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up
  Pull up, break your bitchs throat, hold up
  Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch Im still selling dope
  Im in DC with my nigga Lightshow
  Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow
  And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go
  I dont need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon blow
  We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
  We got army guns like the fucking fighters
  Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
  Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
  Promise I dont think I could get any higher
  Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
  Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir
  Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire
  Please dont hit the lights, that shit is bright
  Please dont hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
  Please dont hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
  Please dont hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
  At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch til I get bailed out
  Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout
  Most these niggas rats, they walkin round here with they tail out
  Aint eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out
  I thank god for rap but Im a motherfucking trap god
  Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy
  I didnt go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
  Finna pull up really really deep like a capper
  We get product and we split that shit up like a hot pie
  My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
  AR-15 bullet bout the same length as a hot fry
  Wore that bitchs own designer bag like a fly guy
  We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters
  We got army guns like the fucking fighters
  Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
  Talk her out her panties if I say the right words
  Promise I dont think I could get any higher
  Had to write a thank you note to my supplier
  Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir
  Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire