[Intro]

Let's go

I'm sippin' wock wock wock at crypto arena

He doin' fraud without a mask, put him on fool's list

[Verse]

I'm crackin' heads, I'm chargin' 80 every 3.5

I'm lookin' out for feds, I need my operation to stay around

They caught me at the atm wit' cards tryna wipe down

They picked my homie up, he hardheaded, I guess he learned now

Ain't doin' no disputes, I drop the glass it's come in instant

We got the lo and hopped right on his ass but brodie missed him

Ain't kissin' hoes, the bitch gave me some head and I dismissed her

I'm watchin' unc cook on the pot, he scrape it off the gristlе

I'm rockin' ice my shit be too official, yours fake

Hе walk inside the spot and said he want a bowl, I brung a plate

I ain't bringin' no entourage out of state I got the Drac

Robbin' a bank in broad day, I'm walkin' out wit' 50k

I'm throwin' this shit all in they face, ain't got no choice to see it

He said he want some beans, I had lil' cuz hop on a bus to Cleveland

He sent a log and sent a card, I'm finna bust his Regions

I'm sippin' wock wock wock at crypto arena

We got his dox, we finna pull up, he ain't never seen it

I seen a opp, bro passed me the Glock, I'm finna green this

I'm pourin' up and blowin' woods, feel like a shroom trip

I'm makin' checks, I got the same machines they make spoons wit'

He doin' fraud without a mask, put him on fool's list

The Benz drive itself, I'm sittin' back checkin' log—ins

He broke as hell, he look like he don't even know where the mall is

We got the lo, we pulled up where he at soon as they called in

He don't wanna hoop then hop right off the court and pass the ball then

My pockets full, can't fit a rubber band 'cause it ain't all 10s

I'm gettin' too much cheese, I spent a band can't even tell

I'm waitin' on the mail truck, I'm gettin' checks so I can sell

I'm raisin' hell inside the bank, they call 12

He broke as hell, he probably doin' a garage sale

I sealed the smell and put 'em on a plane, I hope they land

I'm gettin' bands, I got this shit just fallin' out my pants

He had some red, I poured it up, I'm half dead

He askin' questions tryna learn the sauce, he half fed

He got a bin, Chase send me the number to the head

I'm doin' numbers and runnin' this shit up just like a tread