[Verse 1: Tracks!!!!!!]

I’m four pockets full—I'm not a Lil Baby

Run up on me, I’ma rob yo ass empty

Yeah I be rappin', I used to be trappin'

Bricks in the back of the bricks

I don't play 'bout my pay, if I tell you once—yeah, boy, that’s it

Yeah, fuckin' with me is like fuckin' with the mob

Boy, you know I be whackin' shit

I got tunnel vision—that’s why I ain't fuck yo bitch

All my youngins, yeah my boys, they get active, eh

Let’s go spend this check at Saks Fifth, eh

I’m just playin', you ain't gettin' that shit

I was just homeless, y’all wasn’t fuckin' with me back then

I was just kickin' down doors, ran up in backends, uh

12 movin' undercover, yeah they be creepin'

I can't fuck with you, cause you a lil demon

When you get bustеd, boy I know you snitched

You really is just a broke-ass bitch

Callеd yo mama, she said you ain’t built like that

I could even fuck your bitch—gymnastics

I could even teach her some new tricks

Like my name was... Drake, bitch

[Verse 2: Aiden Everett]

(Uh-huh, yeah)

I ain’t talkin' 'bout this—bitch, I’m talkin' 'bout that

I need my money like ugly bitches, they need to be fat

(Yeah that’s a fact)

My life ain’t a movie—it’s a glitched out file

I’m breakin' the law, I’m breakin' her back

The world is evil, I’m gettin' revenge

I’m gettin' my get, I’m gettin' my bag

Like a rich old folk, I’m breakin' the law and makin' a bag

(Yeah that’s facts)

Swipin' and jugging—so I could buy this, and I could buy that

Gucci for me, Gucci on this, Gucci on that

Louis for her, Louis on bags, Louis on mats

Louis on guns, and Louis on mags

Knocked that bitch—now I’m lootin' her vag

My dick in her vag, it’s goin' for a ride

It's up in her cab, I can tell she been used

She ain’t got no traction, she got mudflaps

Turn water to lean, then baptized this bitch—yeah she was bad

What happened to blood in prison? All of a sudden he sag

When I die, you better bury me, I don’t wanna turn to ash

[Verse 3: Aiden Everett]

I see Oxy in my body, make me wanna rap

I’d put Elmo in Dior, Big Bird licked the wrap

Snortin' lines off Ouija boards, demons in my mind, my brain is flat

PBS or PTSD when I hit that blunt

He was gettin' out his car—you know I did the dash, I hit and run

What’s in the dash? You know a big ol' Glock, I love to play with guns

I do what I think is right, God—I ain’t no fuckin' nun

Ain’t nobody answered when I hit they line, I’m talkin' none

Started talkin' to my demons and shadows, I did that for fun

Mama don’t know half the shit I did in that basement—

It wasn’t just for fun

I would break into whips while she was pacin'

Mask on like I’m Jason

I ain’t playin' no game—my brain is messed up

Bitch, it’s fuckin' adjacent

I was trappin' in the cold like my name

Sentence full of flame

I was smokin' on that—what? Nah, not on that stank

These niggas ain’t even make it to court

They folded 3DS: The Game

Like what the fuck that cop done gave you?

Better been 100K and a chain

Had a dream that I was rich

I woke up—"Oh shit, I’m fuckin' rich"

Me and Tracks gon' fuck your counselor

Take notes how we doin' this

Banger after banger, high as Kareem

Yeah, we don’t ever miss

Tracks, you gon' have to give 'em a outro

I don’t feel like doin' this

[Outro: Tracks!!!!!!]

My boy a RockStar—you know he get active

He go crazy—boy, you know he get active

Eh, eh-heh