Verse 1: LASIK
Got my strap back with backpack, with Snapback, I don’t really f*ck with no b*tches on SnapChat, if you text I ain’t gon' snap back, I don’t do This sh*t just to get laughed, but what you laughing for cause I got a fat stack, so pack your sh*t if you saying my sh*ts whack, I don’t need you motherf*ckers talking back, Imma slap the sh*t out yo ass, WTF gang hashtag, we back now and we gonna stop, Me and treach gonna do this till we drop, that Gucci b*tch we gonna cop, your new sh*t a flop, but ours it’s gonna pop to the top, yo b*tch so wet you best get a mop, I ain’t tryna be blunt bout I’m what making cause I really don’t make any money , but in a year we’ll see what sh*ts funny, I don’t think you motherf*ckers is ready, you b*tches just trendy, looking at my belt yeah that sh*ts fendi, yeah I got plenty, but I always want more, and when I do I always seem to score, so open the door, cause we arrived at the top, and once we get there we never gonna drop, nobody gonna stop us now, b*tch you see me you better bow, how the f*ck you gonna be talking sh*t when you’re never gonna be anything, I’m everything you can want and more, this sh*t shaken me to my very core, because your being so petty, so ignorant, now a Days b*tches be treating me so different, but nah f*ck that I’m brilliant, wrote this sh*t in like 5 minutes b*tch, I’m really getting it, 20/20 vision I got you listening, and now my neck be glistening, I don’t your f*cking snitching and, imma leave this sh*t here and from this the M’s we hitting them
Verse 2: Treacherous
Goin' crazy on this beat, f*ck around and have a baby on this beat, go ahead and try to tame me on this beat, f*ck around and catch flames on this beat, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, Try me and get dead homie, f*ck around and put your ass to bed homie, you ain't tryna get filled with led homie, take off like a f*cking jet homie, f*ck around and get a tech on me, and your b*tch giving me neck homie, waitin' in line like who's next homie, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, Jumping in on this beat and sh*t, got your b*tch rubbing my feet and sh*t, and you know Treach still teaching sh*t, Top of the list is where we'll be seeing this, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, I don't even have to go off, i ain't really a show off, these fake n*gga's i just blow off, my boy so icy he makes snow fall, WOAH, WOAH ,WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, WOAH