Bitch you know this that real Act
Look at the bar code
I be shooting that chop so much
It made my arm strong
Buy the G6 with the sparkles
I'm too far gone
Made a pussy nigga whacked just
Off my smart phone

Rollin off a Tesla still got Wocky poured
Glocky thats a fully watch that 50 blow
It's 6 in the morning I'm in
The trap house 150 bows
That's 150 racks plain jane
White golden rope

Fuckin up my shows on my hip the pole
Master piece tri-color play 3 different roles
This bitch act like she the devil
She got Christian on
It's all Crips in my section
I had to take control

Just give lil gang n'em like two thousand
They come and take your soul
I be really having pints bitch
I be facin' fours
Don't book no rapper in my city
He gotta pay your tolls my Rollie froze
Between my neck and watch
Yeah thats 180 strong

I ain't talkin' bout no pints
But we be brick scorin'
Fit 7k alone man this shit Rick Owens
Take your big homie and I big bro him
Rollie 50 racks this shit been like a Bitcoin

Don't take no phones in that whip
When you slide bro that's stupid
Buy a bitch a prezzie she
Ain't my hoe I'm ruthless
But take 6 hours just to drive
In an hour ima move it
They ain't livin' what they rap and
I don't ride to niggas music

And Fuck that dissin' on the gram
They throwin' shots we really shootin'
Gave me top up in the Wraith she
Spilled my pop this bitch too useless
A couple thousand on my jacket
Ain't Mackage I'm comin Louis
A million off of rap 400
Thousand off my movie

I mix Gucci with Balenciaga
Prada this shit stupid
Clear white diamonds when you lookin at 'em
You damn near see straight through it
Made a million off the Runtz
Before I bumped into Future
And you ain't saved a hundred racks
Yet you lil niggas stupid

How you miss a hundred shots thats
What some lil niggas shootin'
Go and buy a big bag and
Make my lil niggas move it
You think Icebox bust the prezzie?
This a whole ‘nother jeweler
This a Mille not a Muller diamond
Links mixed with the cubans easy money