[Intro]

Glizzy, whatchu' cookin’ up?

(Woo!) x3

(Eskedit!) x3

(Dotarachi!) x3

(Look), call me Dot-a-rachi!

[Verse]

Call me Dotarachi

That man back!

Extended, it look like a pair of [?]!

When we in your venue, I need my deposit, no talkin'

They gon' have to pay a check

My shawty, he on it, he drillin’, lil' bro do the most

But I swear he be sayin' less

Boot up I'm in [?], no Xanax

Foreign car beat when it bagbak

Roll up, the opps get it

Boy you ain't smokin' no loud

That's a bad batch

I get some top, I ain't smash that

Can’t fuck on that bitch, got a bad back

Don’t fuck with these rappers, it's only my bruddas

Have four snatch yo chain, make you bagbak

Glizzy got chrome in the [?]

Just caught a play off the Cash App (Gang)

We standin on business

Sprint a van, I packed it up with the killas

Cut a thot off, she was up in her feelin’s

Get some choppa then I'm up and I finish

(Aye), snatch a nigga pendant

In the trenches, tryna catch a nigga in it

Where ya' cut it, then I bag it in a minute

Gotta drop, 'cuz they been begging for a minute

(Look), a nigga dropped a bag on my head

Well go get ya money back

All of these fuck niggas on some fed shit

They don’t know the facts

Draco, Draco, tote that motherfucker wit' a shoulder strap

Fuck around wit' the lean and the perkys

I overslept

Grinding hard, it wasn't shit overnight

Pack in, it got sent on a flight

In [?]-live, I got in wit' my pipe

Nigga tweak, then we end 'em to'nite

(Then we end 'em tonight)

(Look)

(Then we end 'em tonight)

Know wassup when you come to my city

Tryna get these bands

Tweakin' wit' the fans

On my Instagram goin' live wit' me

Don't play crazy

Got 'dem forty-fives wit' me

In here 'hunnit deep, throwin' B's

They like, "He ain't slime, is he?"

"Why you talkin' money? He don't have any."

Pack touch, i'ma sell it tomorrow

Can't tuck this, that fan is too large

I had to relax on the pills

I'm bossin', I'm sweatin' too hard

[Outro]

Trap spot do a lotta numbers

So you know it's busy

Whole lotta free smoke

I jus' bought another glizzy

Call the gang and pack the sprinter up

We hit another city

And I love to fuck a check up

It wasn't nothin' really

(Count up, gang) x3