Verse1:

Bitch it’s yung emkay

And I’m getting paid

Pussy **** run up on me

Imma let it spray

All this fucking paper

Yea it came from selling yay

I ain’t picking up the phone

Cause I been whipping the whole day

Bitch I’m in the trap

Counting blue hundreds

You out on the streets

But ain’t doing nothing

Claiming you a g

But your crew fronting

Imma run up on you

Hit a lick that’s that new jumping

Most of these **** be claiming they trapping but all that they doing is talk shit

247 my gang I got shooters so most of you **** stay cautious

Sipping on wok yea that drank really heavy it got a **** feeling nautious

Yo bitch want the sausage

And she begging please don’t stop it

Hook:

You ain’t got no cash cause I took that

30 with the beam in the book bag

Police right behind me I don’t look back

Trynna lock me up cause a yung **** cook crack

You ain’t got no cash cause I took that

30 with the beam in the book bag

Police right behind me I don’t look back

Trynna lock me up cause a yung **** cook crack

Verse2:

Bitch I’m in the trap (where you been)

And I’m flexxin

Pull up smith and wesson

Like who you testing

Imma school a ****

Send a fuckboi back to lesson

And I still can’t understand

Why all these bitches always stressing

Yung **** im still

On the road to the mills

Run up one me get killed

Pouring up till its filled

And your wifey popping pills

I be working hard

But you **** ain’t doing shit

Got a lotta bricks

Cause I just hit a lick

Ain’t no bitch I ever miss

Cook it up just broke my wrist

Guap calling I can’t dismiss

Got read beam upon the stick

Dressed in all white

Yea I ain’t no racist

Smoking good gas

Yo bitch wanna taste it

Hook:

You ain’t got no cash cause I took that

30 with the beam in the book bag

Police right behind me I don’t look back

Trynna lock me up cause a yung **** cook crack

You ain’t got no cash cause I took that

30 with the beam in the book bag

Police right behind me I don’t look back

Trynna lock me up cause a yung **** cook crack