[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Ayy, yeah, gott a bag
Hahaha, okay
Walk in that bitch, pop a tag
Bag, yeah
I'm on a jet, n***a I don't lag
No way, okay
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Walk in the trap with a big bag, hol' up, shit look like Fritos (Yeah)
I'm a young n***a, got my cake up, hol' up, I don't know bout you, hoe (Bag)
N***a gon' hate on the whole gang, hol' up, we gon shoot him like a free throw (Fuck 'em)
Bro gon pass the ball, give me the assist, I'ma make it through the people (Oh yeah)
I done came up from selling like one zip, I can show you how to stunt (Yeah)
Really came from the bottom, I done put my gang in the front, now I'm doing what I want (Oh yeah)
Roll a whole ounce up when we smoking on the Fronto, it's a opp in a blunt (Woah)
Do the dash in the whip when we swervin' thru the potholes, gotta watch from the front (Oh yeah)
N***a think that he gon play me, hol' up, n***a out his mind (Woah)
N***a tried to try my gang, we gon blow him up in a mine (Boom, boom)
Shorty wanna fuck on the team, we put that dick in her spine (Yeah)
I don't really wanna talk to you, that's why I just took my time, yeah
I be really with the family, I don't got time for fake love (Hell nah)
Shorty she don't understand me, cause I'm way above the bums (We up)
Momma told me get that Grammy, and fuck all those that judge (Uh-huh)
Give a big bag to my family, go shop and get what you want
I don't got time for nonsense, it don't make sense, so don't bring it up
N***as livin' in the past tense, that's why they racks ain't addin' up
I be swervin with a bad bitch, she ain't average, why you mad as fuck?
Stanley Steamer he a savage, you get mad bitch, he gon' whack you up
Smokin real Runtz out the P, I give a fuck bout what you think (Oh yeah)
Man these n***as wanna be like me, (Oh no), when I stunt in my white tee (Oh yeah)
I flex on a bitch I don't care, (Hell no), can't give you my heart, that's rare (That's rare)
He ain't like me, can't compare, (Oh no), don't look at me, n***a don't stare (Ayy)
I'm sorry I'm too icey, (Uh-huh), I know most n***as don't like me
Why you lookin at me like you wanna fight me?
N***a, I don't know you I'm not with the hype, bitch
Tell a n***a pipe down, cause we're not with the clown shit
I be with my gang, we don't really come around much
We be in the house getting high, working on the music, bye, n***a
[Outro]
Huh, woah