[Verse]

Caught a play in Belleville, off Van Born and Haggerty

In that RAV4, glovebox, hundred racks at least

Back to back wins, my mans score then he pass to me

If the vibe off, I'ma grab torch and blast the heat

Finna go and grab my passport, leave for half a week

Punchin' up left my hand sore, Mister Jam And Beep

Two hundred somethin' on that dashboard, I might crash the Jeep

In that Trackhawk like a Blackhawk, I'm sticked up

Ain't even take the tags off, the pants cost six plus

In here smacked off a damn log, I only hit Runtz

Scam talk, unky getting grams off, he whipped up

Out in ATL, all the signs sayin', "Peachtree"

Three of yeah, turn my cream soda into peach tea

Cheat code activated, nah, you can't beat me

Five percent tint, Tron Cena, you can't see me

Only headshots, you better use that vest as a hat

Lil Uzi, foreign sneaks every step, that's a rack

Fuck every check I make, it's 'bout every check I stack

Could've been in the streets stretched, blessed that I rap

7.62s give yo' Scat Pack some hydraulics

Slam dunk a jam pack of 201s just like Giannis

I got a milli' on the way, I bet my life on it

Doggy got a Rollie tick-tockin' in here, time bombin'

In high school, was too flashy like Aquille Carr

I'll take it there or shoot that bitch like a skilled guard

Doggy went and finally got a stick, now he feel hard

I found out who to trust, back still scarred

Might be mad, never sorry, I feel Yeat halfway

Me, Dee, and Stan back to back in three Lamb' thangs

Do the dash, we in first, ain't seen last place

I poured a one, I was only sleep halfway

In that foreign thing, it sound just like a pterodactyl

Zero down, five twelves, I just grabbed a pair of apples

Shot dawg, he was two-fifty, wasn't fair to grapple

Feeling like Houdini, I could make it out a pair of shackles

High as hell on a Delta flight, in the air travelin'

I might spend a dub on the kicks to go and air mag it

First it's up then it's on the floor like a care package

Doggy said he can't stand us? We'll throw a chair at him

I'm in the jungle with the lion, bears, and wolves

Take the trigger off yo' gun, boy, you scared to pull

What's up with that? You always bitchin' up

Don't even ask what's in my double cup, bitch, it's a sixth of mud

Red bottoms on, I'm euro stepping in here, drippin' blood

Pockets got they ass beat, now they looking crippled up

That mean they full of blue

Rap star, I got way more pull than you

Hundred rounder on me just to show him he ain't bulletproof

Doggy pulled out a bag of weed, but it was full of boof

Call my shooter Melo, told him when he get hooded, shoot

Young as hell, they mad I'm doing shit that they couldn't do

I took an L as a lesson, now I can't lose

You in that one whip, I'm sick that you can't zoom

Unky standin' in the trap, sick he can't fool

You on the right side, I went and took the fast lane, dude