Klay & Steph (feat. TLE Cinco & Perc Pheezy)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, truckload shit

Ay, ay, ay,

T-Way Engineering

I just came through with them racks flexin', truckload shit get hectic

Got a mini Draco on me now, but the full body K my preference

Too much cash, still spendin' old money from Check Dis

Me and Pheezy Klay and Steph we wet shit

Show in the opp hood, came, they left quick

Gotta give a shout out to the banks, straight flexin

Don't move too much, might make me nervous

Stick might just get to swervin'

I don't fuck with these nat hoes, see em curvin'

And I'm flex up with these racks like I'm curlin'

Codein off in my drink like Earvin

I shoot off the rip, no jersey

Too much, too much of cash in my pockets, they burstin'

Walk a **** down like a dirt bike burning em

I'm a real robber, keep the racks in my mask too

Yeah, I got hair, but I ball, Caillou,

used to be a humble, stayed down, now I'm showin' what the racks do

Drippin' everyday like Ragu

I catch an opp, heat him up, he get zipped like a jacket

Run down, swing the stick like a racket

Might be a U-Haul, everywhere I go, I be packin'

Strike a pose, ****, won't catch me lackin'

Search for them racks like I'm searching safaris

She on her knees like she sorry

I swing that stick like a bat, either k or the carbon

Don't fuck with these ****, these racks is my diamonds

Shoot a head like a egg or a joke, I'ma crack it

They know I ball like a basket

I'm having racks like I just got my taxes

Peon ass **** can't fit in my bracket

The boy tried to tax me, I'm Jillin' and Jackin'

Three different designers, I'm tacky

We in this bit passin' blunts like Corona

No YSL we some stoners

I fuck your bitch, doggy style, she like when I bone her

NO DM!

I'm sippin' yellow like Homer

****, reach for my chain, he a goner

I'm causin' smoke like a sauna

Bad bitch name Lisa, no Mona

Project, baby, all I know is Jigg and Finesse

And Count up a check, we servin' the city

Yo, trap lookin' stressed

Fuck ****, play, he get scratched

These **** cap in their rap, Mitchell and Nash

**** be hoes, they got breast

Push the pack, then I flex

Trapin since a youngin', my name should be fresh

I keep a stick like a nest

AK-47, the very best thing there is

When you absolutely positively need to kill every muthafucker in the world

Except no substitute

Ay, Ay,

Damn, the beat still goin', I'm still flowin'

I up that stick and I'm cause commotion

Your hoe on my skin like some tattoos and lotion

Boss man shit, I be playin' and coaching

I see the opp, step on him like Roaches

Drank

Ice

Lean

Potion

Shout out to my plug, he be growin'

Shout out to my plug, he be growin'

I catch an opp, flip his ass like a coin

Glock be too loud, shit sound like a horn

Stand out like a goat on the farm

I'm servin' gas from Cali while I'm dodging charges

Don't fuck with these hoes, Monique Parker

We got the city on lock like a locker

Joe Goldberg to the opps, I'ma stalk him

Let's go, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go

Let's go, ay, ay, ay, ay, let's go