All designer jacket, we gon' light em up like a match
Niggas talk shit when I'm slidin', where they at
Niggas talk shit, we gon' push this fitted back
Pockets over stuffed, I can't even fit a racks

Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt
We not smokin', on papes , yeah we smokin' on black
I'm a slide, In a hawk, this a jeep, not a track
We gon' run in yo crib, running through, wit a mask

We gon' call, call the cops, we gon' sprint, do the dash
And I really need the cash, yeah i really need the cash,
Gotta get to the sack, get it back, get it fast
Insane, insane

All this fuckin' fame starting drive me crazy,
I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay
And I'm in the beam , tryna swerve my lane
Two bad hoes tryna say my name

Five, five, six, might gon' blow his brain
Riding around the city with a hoe, okay
It don't mean shit, I don't wanna explain
Insane Insane

All this fuckin' face tryna drive me crazy
I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay
And I'm the beam , tryna swerve my lane
Insane Insane

We gon' what, we gon what, we gon what,
Run it back
Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt
We gon' what, we gon what, we gon what,
Run it back
Yeah Lil P, Keep that fye, Yeah Lil P, keep that blatt
Insane Insane

All this fuckin' face tryna drive me crazy
I'm just tryna geek, get high, okay
I don't got time, I don't wanna explain