Released on December 26, 2017

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[Intro]

Might be in Milwaukee chasing bands in the snow nigga

Yeah, Three


[Chorus]

Climb to the top of the pint of the seal

My niggas we chasing bags for real

Fuck one bag, we need a mill

My niggas we all need a deal, gang

Shoot to the top just like rocket

Nothing but hundreds in my pocket

I'm like whoa kemosabe

I'm like fuck 'bout what you hollerin', gang


[Verse 1]

Call for the pack you know I send it

We wrap it up and then remix it

My niggas we stuck up in the trenches

You know that gang forever getting it, gang

My niggas we holdin' it down for real

We balling hard with no deal

Ice on me but I can't chill

I'm screaming fuck how nigga feel, gang

They want me to flock but I can't go

I keep hitters on the road

I got that bag, yeah that's for sure

You play, you gon' die, thats a must that you know, gang


[Chorus]

Climb to the top of the pint of the seal

My niggas we chasing bags for real

Fuck one bag, we need a mill

My niggas we all need a deal, gang

Shoot to the top just like rocket

Nothing but hundreds in my pocket

I'm like whoa kemosabe

I'm like fuck 'bout what you hollerin', gang


[Verse 2]

These hundreds will make you dance

These hunnids ain't come from France

These hundreds will make you do it

These hundreds all in bands

Plus I'm on that fluid, shout out to my mans

We running them bands, I'm working my hand

Going Kirko with the bands

Fell out with my last, shit what to do

Ain't have no fucking option, so I gotta send my crew

I worked my wrist and stood in, all the pots too

I was a crack baby, a trench baby, ooh

Shit what to do, I'm stuck up in the trenches

I told the bitch it's game time, like it's fourth and inches

Make the bitch catch the sideline if she ain't wit it

Ask the bitch where your game face ho, why you ain't gettin' it?


[Chorus]

Climb to the top of the pint of the seal

My niggas we chasing bags for real

Fuck one bag, we need a mill

My niggas we all need a deal, gang

Shoot to the top just like rocket

Nothing but hundreds in my pocket

I'm like whoa kemosabe

I'm like fuck 'bout what you hollerin', gang