[Intro: FattMacc]
Yeah
Mm, mm, mm
Mm

[Chorus: FattMacc]
I been plottin' up on a mill' and I'm like eight hundred away
I like fuckin' bad bitches, I ain't never wore no cape
I can't never save no ho, all I'm savin' is my profit
I was trappin' since fourteen, now I got all my teachers shoppin'
Got my city on my back, ain't no way I'm goin' broke
I don't gotta make a hit, I know how to swing the door
I got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the GOAT
On the South, I made a killin', I brought cattle to Woodland Road

[Verse 1: FattMacc]
I ain't trippin' on no bitch, they be tender 'bout these hoes
Every day a different whip 'cause I know these n***as tellin'
17 up on my hip, shoot that bitch like JJ Redick
All I smoke is rapper weed, I want two hundred or seven
He say all his bags off, I steal lil' shorty 'cause I'm petty
Know this lil' bitch fanned off, she wanna fuck me with my necklace
I got all my chains on, give a fuck 'bout where we at
Leave your pussy at the house, bitch, just pull up with your neck

[Chorus: FattMacc]
I been plottin' up on a mill' and I'm like eight hundred away
I like fuckin' bad bitches, I ain't never wore no cape
I can't never save no ho, all I'm savin' is my profit
I was trappin' since fourteen, now I got all my teachers shoppin'
Got my city on my back, ain't no way I'm goin' broke
I don't gotta make a hit, I know how to swing the door
I got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the GOAT
On the South, I made a killin', I brought cattle to Woodland Road
[Verse 2: Big Homiie G]
Woah, you only killin' in your song, knowin' damn well you ain't gon' blow
If you really smoke with me, why you ain't pull up at my show? (Huh?)
Yeah, I'm up a whole M, still'll sell your ass a loaf
And we got rapper weed, for sure, thirty-five hundred a 'bow
You can take the drive for it (Skrrt) or we can have 'em at your door
Don't come playin' with that paper, you don't wanna get shot 'cause you old (Baow)
You don't wanna get shot 'cause you know this shit go down on my block (Hey)
We ain't sellin' nothin' but hoes, this a pound spot (This a pound spot)

[Chorus: FattMacc]
I been plottin' up on a mill' and I'm like eight hundred away
I like fuckin' bad bitches, I ain't never wore no cape
I can't never save no ho, all I'm savin' is my profit
I was trappin' since fourteen, now I got all my teachers shoppin'
Got my city on my back, ain't no way I'm goin' broke
I don't gotta make a hit, I know how to swing the door
I got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the GOAT
On the South, I made a killin', I brought cattle to Woodland Road