[Intro: 21 Savage]

Zone six nigga

Pyrex Whippa

[Chorus]

Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red

Looking like a frog

Geeked up foula simply raw

Pussy got [?]

I was liking her jaw

Kill about my bitch, put it on god

Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze

Givin no option, killin' em all

We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs

.223 bullets, be chopping em up

Won't fuck with no ratchet

Can't settle for cheap

Yea, Yea

My bitches got money they count it with me

Yea, Yea

Im addicted to money I count in my sleep

Yea, Yea

You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm

[Verse 1]

Fuck her good swap her out with her friend

Quarter mill crop the top of the benz

Clear my vision with cartier lens

Diamonds biting my neck (?)

VVS 1's in my braids you can kiss em

She keep looking she gon be a victim

(?) me a brick, I'm a whippa

Rob a nigga grandma for prescriptions

Mama said im too good, i been triplin

Like a child I was raised by the criplins

I'm too straight up to ever be swisha

I'm too laid back to ever be bitchin

I'm still preying I find me a pigeon

Man I'm flipping I never be trippin

Free my niggas locked up in the system

[Chorus]

Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red

Looking like a frog

Geeked up foula simply raw

Pussy got [?]

I was liking her jaw

Kill about my bitch, put it on god

Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze

Givin no option, killin' em all

We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs

.223 bullets, be chopping em up

Won't fuck with no ratchet

Can't settle for cheap

Yea, Yea

My bitches got money they count it with me

Yea, Yea

Im addicted to money I count in my sleep

Yea, Yea

You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm

[Verse 2]

Twenty pointer baguette on my neck

Blew a thirty I spent me a check

Shawty nasty I made me a mess

Bought her titties then nut on her chest

And he cripping put that on the set

Call up uzi he toss me a tec

Raining bullets I'm leaving em weak

Your bitch squirting she making a mess

Drowning up to my neck in baguettes

Pointers hittin they (?)

Whippin birds like I got me a missus

Can't be capping like Metro and NAS

(?) it's gone tank through a vest

Baby (?) that shit do the rest

Free my mind that bitch have me in prison

[Chorus]

Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red

Looking like a frog

Geeked up foula simply raw

Pussy got [?]

I was liking her jaw

Kill about my bitch, put it on god

Niggas ain't popping, shit they be froze

Givin no option, killin' em all

We tote em rockets, choppas and bombs

.223 bullets, be chopping em up

Won't fuck with no ratchet

Can't settle for cheap

Yea, Yea

My bitches got money they count it with me

Yea, Yea

Im addicted to money I count in my sleep

Yea, Yea

You ain't talkin 'bout money, I can't even hmmm