[Verse 1: Bass Santana]

Pack down, pack, pack

Pack down, racks out, act out

I'll pull your card, no bitch, this ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Light skin, dark skin, option, caution

I can't trust 'em, they be plottin' on the low

Hit me on my phone, yeah, flip a couple O's, yeah

Ice pack cold, yeah, prices for the low, yeah

Never been a ho, yeah, roach trained to go, yeah

Juggin' on my own, yeah, love bein' alone, yeah

(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

[Interlude: Robb Bank$]

Wait, turn me up, lil' bitch, yuh

Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 2: Robb Banks]

Hit my nigga Bhris when the pack touchdown (Yuh)

Half on the lick, yeah, 50 with the split, yeah

All my lil' youngins, they gon' hold this shit down

That's just how we vomin', I been up to somethin'

I'm Olympic runner (Yeah)

Niggas goin' rogue, yeah, you are not M.O., yeah

Stop tryin' so hard, yeah, y'all doin' the most, yeah

Keep your circle close, yeah (Close yeah, facts, close yeah)

You ain't goin' nowhere, facts

[Verse 3: Kin$oul]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

The pack came, burned the whole thang

Propane in my damn veins

Feelin' good, like okay

Sorry, shawty, I don't do that cocaine (Uh uh)

So high like Soul Plane

All in my head tryna know things (Yuh)

So high like Soul Plane

All in my head tryna know things (Woo)

[Verse 4: Robb Bank$ & Bass Santana]

Made her suck that dick, she like it (Yeah)

Baby just don't bite it (Swear)

Fightin', Teen Titan

All gold Cuban, dipped and whited

I done Percs I get to wildin'

I start itchin' I get violent

Gotta TV dinner, mommy put her thighs to the side and shit (Yuh, yuh)

Beat it up, uh

Beat it up (Swear, swear)

Two phones, speed it up

I go get that bag, they gon' see the stuff (Yuh)

Nigga do not play me like we the punks

I took three Perc 10's on a empty stomach

I made love to your bitch then threw it up

Yeah I ain't eat in three days, how you been like us?

Swear

[Outro: Bhris & absentwill]

What the fuck is going on

It's Bhris on the track, gonna fuck your bitch in the ass

Yes, you know what is going on

Yeah, it's me and absentwill

Yeah, you gotta say some shit too

Ooh, ayy, let me talk my shit too

Ooh, I'ma hit 'em with a big tool

Ooh, and I'll take they ass back to school

Ooh, skrrt skrrt in the coupe, ooh