[Verse]
30 racks, 50 racks, running up them racks
Keep a sack, lay a sack, that ain't no Quarterback
Stop p-playing with me boy
Fore' I pull up on your b*tch ass with the boys
I keep a gunner n*gga, I ain't going
In designer n*gga, look like Rick Owens
Or like Rick Ross b*tch, boss in Miami
With a b*tch named Suzy, and her girlfriend Tammy
Threesome, lil b*tch suck-suck
Three guns, that one come off
Man down, I'm a rider
Hot boy, I'm on fire, big timer
He ain't blow, he ain't go
f*cked her at the side, death row
The chopper got a beam and a scope
Pop up out your door that's bro
He ain't on, yeah he broke
n*gga better have his vest on
Killed my n*gga Holly let's roll
What the f*ck you n*ggas hating for?
Catch your hoe, and your boss
n*gga, we don't give a f*ck about the law
Aye, money on my mind, that's all
Do I f*ck with pussies? Hell naw
n*gga's hiding, where he go?
Run the f*cking city, game over
Free my n*ggas out the cuffs bro
Welcome home my n*gga [?]