And my shooter don't hit I'll let y'all smoke benzo

324 my brother an outstanding member

I know I'm a rapper I'm still on the aisle with killers

I fuck with the fire light some foreign council

My brothers don't have insurance they'll be fine with crashin'

Don't have any rats I'm rich as **** I look like march madness

At La Caruso playin' the crosses too much we don't get past me

Get off your ass and ain't gettin' your shit you gotta go make somethin' happen

IG model eatin' this dick while young ****** swervin' through traffic

Got contract money

N-I-L but I ain't have to go shoot no baskets

I fucked KB long live school came up out the jungle finessin'

And know JT when the opp come home made the pussy ass ***** get spent

Yeah

Spend that shit

Spend that shit

Spend that shit

I got plenty racks got hella dog shit on me hella chicken

I get in that mode go run up some dope straight tunnel vision

I'm real as it get I ain't actin' bitch this not a Druski skit

Yeah I made it out of the trenches

Money tall like Shaq and Wimby

1300 on clown shoes these big ol' boat Balenci

Pocket stuffed look like they finna pop they bigger than Biggie

I be commitin'' crimes but I just don't get caught

I'm slicker than Diddy

Javy told me stick to rappin'

He in the street he gon' handle the business

Bankroll look like cotton candy

Pocket stuffed with hundreds and fifties

Trick a bitch I don't do no trickin'

Might bless a bitch hit a pussy with hand

Hit a hoe and then I skate the shit I'm rockin' Chanel Vans

I don't mix my colors up deep chrome I don't do purple pants

I ran it up got so much dough a bitch can't carry the kid

Fuck the switch went FRT I couldn't control that bitch

I don't pay the fools straight out the mud I feel like Money Meech *****

And my shooter don't hit I'll let y'all smoke benzo

324 my brother an outstanding member

I know I'm a rapper I'm still on the aisle with killers

I fuck with the fire light some foreign council

My brothers don't have insurance they'll be fine with crashin'

Don't have any rats I'm rich as **** I look like march madness

At La Caruso playin' the crosses too much we don't get past me

Get off your ass and ain't gettin' your shit you gotta go make somethin' happen