##swiftcypher

i'm a high rated jugger with money on my hands

wallet full of bands

i hit you and your mans

drop another track, hit a lick, scam a pack

high gang with me fuckin' all the plans

end the course, the bill's up to a million

wallet full, out my body when i kill ya

i think it's laced, we all pop another pill, yeah

grew up, getting money, i still chase the thrill, yeah

grew up kickin' doors, now it’s bank accounts offshore

ain't no uber, we do drills out the ford, not accord

yeah, that gon' set the play, she got addy on her phone

caught him lacking with his bitch, now his brain up on her dome

stacking up my paper got it taller than a tower, yeah

i got lean inside my kidneys, i got scammers in my zone

grew some racks inside the trap, it feel like money got me cloned

we was juggin' out the telly, now we pushin' P and packs

she a demon in Givenchy, tatted tears for her past

she gon scam a new account while i'm rollin' up the gas

bro got fifty in his pants, ain't no fashion, that's a mag

call my name, or call my phone

only care about a loan

write it up, bands alone

codeine life, i don't condone

dirty sprite all in my cup

high off percs and interrupt

gang with me, i live it up

high, so high, i'll fuck it up

evil yart, i'm fucked, i'm stressin'

run up on my gang, you get hit with the weapon

can't leave the drugs, the pills, the finnesin'

i'm with his bitch in the club i'm not stressing

bitch got me fucked up, she think she a blessing

black Benz in the back movin' drugs

me and all my gang, yeah we up

pour codeine in my cup