Wait, hold on y'all, let me put this in this other bag over there
This your captain, I'm countin' a few stackins
This motherfucker on auto pilot, so I really can just kickback, y'all safe
(Smokin' weed in it, but don't post me in no picture)
(You keep a secret, we could always)
(Rule number one, don't talk a...)
In the middle of a twister, my windproof lighter flicker
Hand on a whistle, mind on a fuck that
Only thing I got time for is racks
Slow stacks, fast income, bitch, all that
No get rich quick schemes, we just walkin' down our dreams
Chrome thirteens, if you really know me
Audio dope, one notebook like two ki's
Cover you nose when you sneeze, ho, you know I'm cold
It's snow, it's in this bitch crib, but I'm finna leave
Because I don't ski, okie dokie
In a '71, two-four-O-Z
Tryna be low, they notice me before I could go
Though I disappeared in a cloud of smoke
Copperfield in the coupe, cop one for the road, hold on
Copperfield in the coupe, cop one for the road
In the middle of the twister, my windproof lighter flicker
Hand on a whistle, mind on a fuck that
Only thing I got time for is racks
Slow stacks, fast income, bitch, all that
No get rich quick schemes, just walkin' down our dreams
Chrome thirteens, if you know me
Audio dope, a notebook is like two ki's
Cover you nose when you sneeze, bitch, you know I'm cold
It snowin' this ho crib, but I'm finna leave
Because I don't ski, okie dokie
In a seven-one, two-four-O-Z, tryna be low
They notice me before I could go
Though I disappeared in a cloud of smoke
Copperfield in the coupe
Finna cop one for the road, let's go
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in yo' pictures
If you can keep a secret, we could always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me
