[Intro]

Let's go (x2)

Yea-uh-uh-uh

Let's go (x5)

[Chorus]

(Yeah uh)

I got racks, I don't ever do that

Flip me an ounce up in this trap

Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back

I know what I'll do if you give me them bands

Quick transaction, hand-to-hand

Whole lot of straps up in this van

So I'll jump outside, he did the dash

And he talked sick, get turned to a pack

Let me just smash that hellcat

Gave her money, don't give me back

And I got racks on top of racks

Making money in my nap

And he gone it for the snap

And she gone do it for the gram

And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback

I got shooters on the map

[Verse]

I think I need more bread, came up off a dope pay

Tryna dodge a long stretch, if he a opp then watch your step

He heard shots and he saw red

Got four thousand-dollar crep'

And I know they want me dead, thirty seven shots I can't forget

Stash up my dope all the way in the attic

Don't got a kid and I keep hearing 'daddy'

I wonder what she'll do just for a patek

And I feel her with meat, just like a patty

And I need a receipt I'm paying taxes

Don't got it for cheap, you know that I'm taxin'

Playin' with a check like I'm working for Nike

I'm hoping the feds ain't tryna indict me

[Chorus] (x2)

(Yeah uh)

I got racks, I don't ever do that

Flip me an ounce up in this trap

Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back

I know what I'll do if you give me them bands

Quick transaction, hand-to-hand

Whole lot of straps up in this van

So I'll jump out—damn he did the dash

And he talked sick, get turned to a pack

Let me just smash that hellcat

Gave her money, don't give me back

And I got racks on top of racks

Making money in my nap

And he gone it for the snap

And she gone do it for the gram

And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback

I got shooters on the map