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