[Verse 1: Lync Lone]

Uh, breaking the pack down

All of you fuckers is whack now

All of my bitches is bad now

I'm never flexing my cash out

I gotta get to the guap and start chasing the money

Them pills was hurtin' my tummy

Feeling so bummy

Feeling so scummy

Feeling the feeling I’m usually loving

Uh, pot smoke, one toke

Feel gross, feel toasted

One blunt, one stog

One joint, ten toes down

I get, too high

On the, regular

I need, like 10 blunts

To get my head on level

Uh, smoking the gas pack

Hatchback, ride and floor it

Uh, bitch I will tap that

This application is not in stores

Uh, puffin on wax wax

Full blast fuck my flaws

Uh, you need the Maps app

I know locations of any whores

Uh, Poppin a tab, I laugh

I take that slab and i’m gassed

I fuck one more thot then pass

I duck one more cop fuck badges

Tote that shit that I’m stashin'

Blow that hoe from the back and

Dip out get some more cash and

Flip out bitch, I’m attacking

[Verse 2: Lil Xelly]

It's Lil Xrr came wit bags and

I know I post with the MAC 10

I know they hate that I'm flashin'

They can't relate cause I'm cashin'

Uh, yea, they can't relate cause I'm cashin'

Aye, they wanna fuck with the bastard

They know I love that cash money

Shawty throw that ass on me

Know I been gettin' shit

Know I been kickin' shit

And you on that kid shit

I'm on that hit a lick shit

I'm on that whip a brick shit

I'm on that shoot a clip shit

Ex's, and O's

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Rari, and rovers

Fuck up the road

Aye, pull up Lil Xelly he doing the dash

Two pockets full when I count up the cash

You ain't first, my nigga, you last

You ain't nice, lil nigga, you ass

Xrr! Xrr!

Yea, yea, yea