(Chorus:)

Send for stitches, stacking my riches

Ain't yo business, racket like tennis

Had four digits, like it's some, pin shit

Back to distance, chains will be swinging

(Verse:)

Blessed be the author, the darker the more juicy

Harley wit the Choppa, he blocka, won't get to me

We ain't splitting up like no dutches but session usually

Smoke I blow like seeing yo breath in the cold, truelly

Bug cause he buzzing, song N drug bumping

Snub for bucks, yea that gun will buck hunnids

He back, not done fronting, something to relax, yo pack it ain't guns N, fuck it that's just facts

The track, ain't like a race but I'm running from face facts

To tag, N count yo money least that's the way you rap

A snack, I had for dinner the drugs is hitting fast

You act, like you a killer until yo ass in shack-les

(Chorus:)

Send for stitches, stacking my riches

Ain't yo business, racket like tennis

Had four digits, like it's some pin shit

Back yo distance, chains will be swinging