[Intro]
(Chapo)
(Who do I trust?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Got them racks on me right now (Woah)
Got them racks on me right now (Woah)
Got the bag on me right now
Got a bag on me right now (Yeah)
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 BnB right now (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I'm smokin' on tree tree tree right now
Hop in the three-fifty right now
N***a talkin' shit right now?
Finna make me up this SMG right now
Turn a big bad wolf finna blow a n***a 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 (Yeah)
I'm starting to think that my pockets got beef (Yeah)
Cause I count the blue, and I count the green (Yeah)
Shit like Crips versus Grove Street (Wow)
I'm in my bag, like some groceries
Say you countin' cash, boy oh please
Skinny n***a but my pockets obese (I told you!)
Beggin' for new music to release
Say he better than me, boy I'm deceased
Keep talkin' down, get you deceased
Soldiers 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 beat
She know I'm the n***a that they wanna be
[Chorus]
Got them racks on me right now (Chapo)
Got them racks on me right now (Who do I trust?)
Got the bag on me right now
Got a bag on me right now (Woah, yeah)
Got the cash on me right now
Gotcha bitch on me right now
And she tryna fuck on me right now
Tryna come to the BnB right now

[Outro]
I'm smokin' on tree tree tree right now
And I'm up in the three-fifty right now
And I'm finna up this SMG right now
Better tell that lil' boy back down
With my Mastiffs yeah I'm with my hounds
What is an eighth baby, I gotta pound
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah