[Intro]

Aye, what's under your seat?

Check the seats

Aye, aye, tell Summrs you fucking sorry nigga

[Verse]

Them racks on your head, stop it (Haha)

Press gang, stop it, oh (Brr)

I bet you wish you went to college

The setup complete, finally

Couldn't even speak, crying

Off this perc, I'm flying

You the one put all that smoke in the air

Setup gang, no it ain't fair

Play with ya life while I play with my hair

I call the shots man I feel like the mafia

5-star restaurants eating Tilapia

We go too crazy man that's why they copy us

We too up man, ain't no stopping us

Spend a whole band on Dior sweater

Really love to play wit' the cheddar

Lil' Rino man, I'm a trend setter

Cut that lil bitch off for the better

Bring out the Moncler, how is the weather?

These niggas know I'm a toetagger

I walk up in Neiman's need more swagger

Swear to god that I'm rich forever

Checkmate, I'm too clever

Lil' Rino crazy man, I'm hotter than peppers

Run down gang, came with the steppers

Handle that boy, and go out to eat

Put a rack on your head and I fall asleep

Pressing you, what's under the seat?

And that's what you get for trying me

I told you that fuck shit wasn't gon' slide

You lucky I told them to keep you alive

'cause I'm on that fuck shit with my slime

Slayworld soldiers, we worldwide

Bitch I'm higher than a turbine

Skull Valor, Number Nine

Put some shoes on ya' fit, combine

You invite me to Saks, I decline

I don't wear no fucking Calvin Klein

Yeah, yeah sippin' that pint

You got me upset, damn near lost my mind

You got me upset, damn near lost your life

Sippin' that Hi Tec, with that fuckin' Sprite

My chain and my wrist look like a light

Call up Lamont, like handle that light

[Outro]

Aye, it's off with that little boy head ya heard me I set him up

Took care of everything