[Intro]
Put down, put down, put down

[Chorus]
Put down racks on a n***a head top, tell my young n***as, "Go and get that"
Left my ex-bitch in the past, now I'm on a G6 with a headrest
She wanna be my main, girl, you lucky if you get a text back
Still throwin' up meds back, them psychedelics got me pale-faced
I'm gone
Yeah, I don't know about you, but I'm gone, yeah
'Bout to come back to the city, let me know what's goin' on
I gotta catch another flight, won't be here for long
When you see me pop out, better not blink, I might be gone

[Open Verse]