I pull up clean like what the fuck they need
I got the white, got the molly, and I got the lean
I got the pack, cook the batch now I'mma serve the fiends
I'm in the trap, and it's jumping like it's Zach Lavine
Zach Lavine, ho, it's jumping like it's Zach Lavine (x4)
Look, I got dro by the zip
I got lean by the point
And the coke by the gram
Pay two for the key
And I make twelve on the flip
I came up 10 bands and it's word to the block
I stepped up with a Glock
And I just pray it don't jam when he trip
I hit him with the whole clip
And leave his head in his hand
Cause I can't die yet, man, no way
So I'm with the gunplay like Rozay
Got a plug overseas named Jose
And I ain't never met Yeezy but I know yay
So believe me when I tell you that it's A1
And this weed that I'm selling that's J1
I been around this street shit since day one
Seen a whole lot but I swear I'll never say nothing
To a fuck boy, cause I live by the code
And my dawg got fired cause a fuck nigga told
So I stay lowkey and I don't trust not a soul
Man it's word to these niggas and these groupie-ass hoes
So don't hit a nigga line if it ain't about the work
Never had shit boy, I got it from the dirt
Started with the Chevy now I'm riding in a vert
Pull up on 'em like skrt