Rite now!
(Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah)
Got them racks on me right now
Got them racks on me right now
Got the bag on me right now
Got a bag on me right now
Throw the cash on me right now
Gotcha bitch on me right now
And she tryna fuck on me right now
Told her come to the right now
I'm smokin’ on tree tree tree right now
Hop in the three fifty right now
Nigga talkin' shit right now
Finna meet me with this SMG right now
Turn a big bad wolf finna blow a nigga down
I'm in the H kickin’ shit right now
If you want smoke, you know we can meet
Leave his body where it cannot be found
I'm too top tier, i'm too elite
She ain't tryna fuck, then she gotta leave
And i'm so high, just like a leaf
I'm starting to think that
My pockets got beef
Cuz I count the blue, and I count the green
Shit like crips vs grove street
I'm in my bag, like some groceries
Say you countin' cash, boy oh please
Skinny nigga but my pockets obese
Beggin’ for new music to release
Say he better than me, boy i’m deceased
Keep talkin' down, get you deceased
Solders with me, and they never at ease
And yeah they gon’ shoot
Just not at the knees
She love my tats, yeah she love the beast
She know i'm the nigga that they wanna be
Got them racks on me right now
Got them racks on me right now
Got the bag on me right now
Got a bag on me right now
Throw the cash on me right now
Gotcha bitch on me right now
And she tryna fuck on me right now
Told her come to the right now
I'm smokin' on tree tree tree right now
And i’m up in the three fifty right now
And i'm fillin' up this SMG right now
Better tell that lil boy back down
With my bosses yeah i'm with my hounds
What is an eighth baby, I gotta pound
(Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah)