Yea, my niggas sippin'
Nigga out here, 5 racks, eh, eh
Yea (Ayo that's Nickk)

My nigga off of that X and
We ride round the city, yea
My nigga sliding with Ks and
The shit too risky, yea, ay
Six racks in a day nigga this shit too easy
These niggas copy the wave these lil
Niggas they wanna be me, aye
Sliding in that AMG Benz and
It's all on the seat
Walk in Chanel spend five racks
Lil nigga fuck the receipt, aye
Twelve tryna pull me over
In the trackhawk jeep, aye
With a bitch going way to fast
And I'm going high speed
I could treat your lil' hoe like
Trash she still won't leave me, ay
You bought that lil' hoe a bag
And she still want me
You bought that lil' hoe a
Bag she still chose me, ay
Lil nigga he want a verse i'ma tax him a fee
Aye Chanel Number
(N) ine nigga Margiela all on my feet
Aye, Chanel Number
(N) ine nigga Number (N) ine all on my tee
Yea aye, fuck nigga stealin'
My Undercover jeans, yea
Mixing that Hi Tech nigga with
The god damn green my bitch bad as fuck
Don't need no Maybelline
We got AK mags they long like limousine
We eatin' Habachi he eating on Kid Cuisine
Aye i got hella paper like magazine
To keep it all the way a
Hunnid yeah you a bitch nigga
We ridin' round in the O
With them sticks nigga, aye
Only nineteen years old already
Seen six figures, aye
My nigga keep that pole he playing defense
I been popping them percs yea
I'm in the deep end, aye
Yo ho up in that lobby yeah I'ma let her in
I predicted these racks lil
Nigga like a weatherman, ay
I got a plug named Mason
He rockin' Margiela man