[Intro]

Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch

CBass, bitch

Yo', what it do, nigga? Yo', yo'

[Chorus]

What it do, nigga?

When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you

I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer

Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool nigga

If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you

I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough

I keep a pistol on me, nigga, please don't act so tough

I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup

She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a fuck

The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass

These niggas wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 1]

I be spending all this money if I never had it

Gettin' Benji's before twenty's, I swear, it's just a habit

I shop a lot, I'm in the mall, I never check a price

In Dior out in Puerto Rico, eatin' steak and rice

Keep it on me, pull that trigger, we ain't thinkin' twice

I get them haters at ya' head like they some fuckin' lice

This niggas sayin' he's the goat, I taught you how to rap

He bringing [?] out in public, don't know how to act

You boys my sons, I got to school 'em, like Professor Trap

I tell my shooters you a problem, let me get you whacked

I might just lean on my bands

I'm off a bean and a gram

I met your girl, she a fan, wait, yeah

Uh, you niggas will never touch

Nigga, I never give fucks, uh

I do that flow way too much now

Haha, uh, but they still rockin' with me, uh

I got a pot that's-, uh-uh-uh

I got a pot that's fifty, hoe

Bitch, look, I gotta get my bread, uh

Why these niggas mad? Uh

I don't understand, look

What? Look, niggas hating on me, uh

Boy, you mad baloney, uh

Please stop actin' phony

[Chorus]

What it do, nigga?

When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you

I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer

Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool nigga

If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you

I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough

I keep a pistol on me, nigga, please don't act so tough

I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup

She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a fuck

The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass

These niggas wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 2]

Yo', what it do, my G?

Look at my pendant, G

Look at my jewelry

I can just flex on, I do it beautifully

I got a dot on my eyes, I gotta count my cheese

I let my choppa fire, put his ass on a T

Be on my alphabet shit, I always come and wreck shit

I rock the Robins too much, I always throw a check, shit

What? Huh, huh, I always go and wreck shit

I always go and wreck shit, look

Where the cash at? Where the guns?

Fuck the drugs, where your stash at?

Niggas plottin', boy, you wildin', where your bands at?

I'm so cold the choppa blowin', where your fans at?

I'm so cold, that's prolly why they call me Trap Jack

I'm in the Benzerelli Bentley flippin' damn that

I pull up [?] fuckin' niggas mad at

Oh, that's your bitch, I pay a hundred, prolly slam that

In the [?]

What it do, nigga?