Sippin on lean, I cannot think

Designer swag she like my drip

Balenciaga put on my grave

I do exotic cocain

Butches they make me go krayy

All these bitches insane

All these bitches the same

Still the same won’t ever change

Remember we were snatching chains

I want money I want fame

Angels love the way I swag

Angels love the way I swag

She say I’m making her wеt

Got no soul my heart is black

Pumping like a race track

I might gеt a heart attack

I might get a heart attack

All of these niggas they wack

You ain’t making no racks

Please stop lying stop the cap

You don’t got a 100 racks

I’m sitting on 100 bands

Feeling like the taliban

I got guns and I got swag

I might just go to Japan