[Verse 1]
She got the rack, I get the racks
I’m smokin dope, I clutch the tech
I want it all, no I can’t fall
I’m tryna ball, I’m not like y’all
Don’t say the name, boy you lame
I'm in a lane, I’ma switch it up
He ducked, or what? I ducked a thot
I fucked a thot, she say that I’m up
And she said, she said she love VTMNTS
I’m not a playa, but I got plenty hoes
Got dirty hoes, I got flirty hoes
Got thirty hoes, don’t give a fuck, word?
Been smokin' za, bitch I don’t back wood

[Verse 2]
Despite it all, we still make racks
I’m up in Cali', I’m up on cloud 9
I told the bitch, "don’t fuck the gang, ho"
I’m on this sh-, I’m on this shit ho
I’m smokin' loud, can’t even feel nun
It feel like, it feel like shit, ho
It feel like, fuck
You talkin down? Come get the rounds

[Verse 3]
Fuck that bih, she ain’t on shit
Ho, it’s ihv, who thе fuck is this?
I’m smoking gas, I don’t smoke cat piss
I want it all, yeah, I want the last of it
Not playin' 'round, not talkin' down
Wе got them guns, we gon make 'em sound
I’m probably high, so, I'ma lay you down
He want the beef, he don’t want smoke with a God