[hook]
I got a hundred its nothing
I took a flight out to London
Boy you cappin you frontin
Trackstar I seen you running
Iced out my skeleton I am not telling him
Shoutout to blanco I ride with them Mexicans
Put her to sleep
This dick is aseditive I can't be friends with you im to competive
I put ice on my chain
Shorty ride with the gang
I want money no fame
Oh you funny so lame yeah I ride with no plates
No face no case
Yo safe house ain't safe so you better find a new place
[verse]
I took a flight to LA then I went shot to the bay
38 in my waist ran it up I did the chase
4 5 its go time
20000 In no time
Rap him up like a bow tie no cap that's no lie
You talk a lot but don't rap a lot
You a fairy tale you cap a lot
I know some homies that trap a lot run around with them straps a a lot
I got dudes mean a bunch of dudes and they down to shoot no heart gang we so rude man we put you on the news
(bye bye)