| Yeah, niggas know what’s up |
| Me and Money Gang slidin' with them chopsticks, we loaded up |
| Nigga, don’t say the wrong word, I have my youngins blitz and hit you up |
| Nigga, we slidin' in Bugattis, nigga, we fucked up them armored trucks |
| I’m back-to-back all summer for this smoke, nigga |
| I’m a kingpin, bitch, I came up a dope runner, nigga |
| And free my young nigga with no bail, that was my number one gunner, nigga |
| And my AR-15 hold a whole hundred, nigga |
| I don’t rock them Robin jeans, nigga, everything Amiri, boy |
| I don’t gotta speak on nothin', 'cause I know these niggas fear me, boy |
| Do I gotta start screamin' on this track? Do you hear me, boy? |
| Uh, Porsche Panamera four door, all the doors ajar, uh, gang |
| Not you gettin' your chain snatched, yeah |
| Sneak diss on my gang, now pussy, where your brains at? |
| I done took the Bentley, mixed the yellow, knock him down, triple-double |
| Uh, all the opps in trouble, I done wrapped that boy up like a mummy |
| Uh, blitzin', shoots and hit like zombies |
| Been servin' bricks down in the country |
| Draco, I’m worth a lot of money |
| I hit him with a whole hundred |
| Draco make you Diddy Bop, make you Milly Rock |
| In that Tesla Flex, got my semi cocked, I’m at the tippy-top, uh |
| SOD Gang got the city hot, yeah |
| AR-15 came with a hundred shots |
| Sneak diss, I’ma up my Glock, yeah |
| Helicopter chopper, Phantom of the Opera |
| Cartier bustdown, Santos thirty-five thousand dollars |
| Big Draco, SOD Gang, I’m the trending topic |
| 4:30 AM, I’m club hopping, and I’m still shopping |
| I’m dripped in designer, Prada, Lambo go full throttle |