Smoke
Smoke
Geat, geat
I'm geat'd off the drank
Geat, geat
Smokin' on dank
Dank
Blue hundreds fresh out the bank
Blue hundreds
I let that bih keep the change
Keep the change
She a foreign exchange
Foreign
Put that lil' bitch in the gang
Gang
Now that pussy got some fame
Some fame
Still drip on your bih like a sink
Drippin'
You pour out the pint
Pour up
We shoot with no stick, we got aim

We got aim
I don't know what you think
Know what
All of my n***as got rank
Yeah
Them boss steppers stay in they lane
Bosses
Stay up, know how to maintain
Stay up
They never go against the grain
No
My n***as gone stay the same
Geat, geat
My n***as gone stay one hunna
A hunna
We keep that shit in a huddle
Huddle
Bust down the key with my brothers
Bust it
I got that last piece of the puzzle
Piece
We stackin' them millions in order
Yeah
I'm tryna move that shit, call it border
Yeah
And turn all our diamonds to water
Water
We go through this shit for each other
Each other
That first house is goin' to my mama
Mom
I'm glad that I came out the jungle
Jungle
I'm a beast in the streets, feed my hunger
Yeah
Eatin' racks 'til I'm sittin' on stomach
Stomach
Take me and flood out the country

Yeah
The pussy, they killin' your bunkers
Bunkers
Pull my dick out, I let her sit on it
Sit on it
I'm geat'd off the drank
Geat, geat
Smokin' on dank
Dank
Blue hundreds fresh out the bank
Blue hundreds
I let that bih keep the change
Keep the change
She a foreign exchange
Foreign
Put that lil' bitch in the gang
Gang
Now that pussy got some fame
Some fame
Still drip on your bih like a sink
Drippin'
You pour out the pint
Pour up
We shoot with no stick, we got aim
We got aim
I don't know what you think
Know what
All of my n***as got rank
Yeah
Them boss steppers stay in they lane
Bosses
Stay up, know how to maintain
Stay up
They never go against the grain
No
My n***as gone stay the same
Most of these n***as is lame
All of my killers is trained
Hop out the sprinter and aim

I put some racks on that chain
I had to stay down and maintain
Run the commandos, we the gun gang
You on the fuck shit, well, we on the same thing
I'm a couple points, got me switchin' lanes
I'm in the hood where you n***as can't hang
Them crazy choppers gon' pierce your brain
I'm from a hood where a n***a seen some things
They could kill a n***a 'bout petty change
George and YSL, that's a murder scene
Bitches like the way I talk, they steal the slang
It's a new year, so we ridin' in that new thing
I might pull up, drop the top on the Mulsanne
Flexin' on percs, please don't run in my blood stream
I'm geat'd off the drank
Geat, geat
Smokin' on dank
Dank
Blue hundreds fresh out the bank
Blue hundreds
I let that bih keep the change
Keep the change
She a foreign exchange
Foreign
Put that lil' bitch in the gang

Gang
Now that pussy got some fame
Some fame
Still drip on your bih like a sink
Drippin'
You pour out the pint
Pour up
We shoot with no stick, we got aim
We got aim
I don't know what you think
Know what
All of my n***as got rank
Yeah
Them boss steppers stay in they lane
Bosses
Stay up, know how to maintain
Stay up
They never go against the grain
No
My n***as gone stay the same