[Verse 1: Cupio]

Ay, ay

A.C.E. the team if you know what I mean

Boutta fuck your bitch and you know I make her scream

Busted a nut and she use it like some cream

She love the way I dick her down, even in her wet dreams

I give it to her good and she thinking about me

I don't give a fuck she just another fem

She think she all bad but she not a fucking queen

Poppin all this pussy and I'm only fifteen

I'm only fifteen but I'm trynna make them racks

Selling all these coke, yeah cos of them stacks

Yeah comes in kilos, so I keep it in the back

Boutta get this check and it's boutta be fat

Do not fuck with me or I'll blow you with the Mac

M.O.B. the gang and you know we all strapped

And I'm fucken on your bitch and you know she getting clapped

[Verse 2]

Rollin through these streets with this fucken Ford

Talk shit and I keep going

What that say to you

I keep storing, the checks up

Like I'm next up

Like I'm counting up the bands like I'm flexin

And they playing with you, thinking I fucked up

Pledge allegiance to the bag that I'm trynna snag

I be chasing cannot lag

I be racing catching frags

All you bitches always nag

Got my baby and she bad

Something you cannot have

Look left, look right, Imma make them mad

Look up, look down, Imma fucken laugh

All you fakes want smoke, it's a fucken joke

I know you really jealous on the low

I know you ain't toting poles yeah

I know your strips ain't cold yeah

I know you really gonna fold yeah

I know you flexing fake gold yeah

[Verse 3]

A.C.E. that's the dream team, Sprite it's that clean lean

Talk to your hoe on my left, she a mean fiend

Catfish she ain't fake, but she a fake that's what I see

Hating cos when Imma be up top, yeah you see me

Lil Latina bad and you know she my main queen

Never catch me lacking got the bands just like 40

Can't fuck with a lame bitch cos you know they be boring

Need a safe for the bands because that's what I'm storin

Need a horse on my back cos I only drive foreigns

Hundred on the dash yeah this Porsche yeah Im foreign

Trap phone in my right cos these hoes I ignore them

Got bands in my pocket, they started outpouring

Be mad like a bull but I ball out like Jordan

Ay, but I ball out like Jordan