I grew up eating my cereal mix with the water I grew up watching them cook it up till it's

harder I drank a four of tris out a baby bottle I bet that Chris Vecc gon' make his ass holler

I'ma try to fuck this money up like it's no tomorrow I ain't going in, I'm trappin' out all night

I'm tryna ball out tomorrow 3-4 bad hoes up in the session, drinkin' out the bottle

I'm tryna text the plug in the club, can I get the load by tomorrow

Lil' bruh's trollin' on the ground, but I don't play them type of games

I'm from 400 block, we known for exposing brains We known for flexin' racks, got imported rapper packs

Got tickets on ****' heads, got shot at you played dead

I ain't goin' back and forth with a bitch, ****, I ain't arguing

Twenty chickens in the cabinet, in the spot, and we bargaining

A 20 ballin', all 20, tryna see how I can enlarge me

I'm Chris Vecc with a button on it have, the crowd's scattering

I'm tryna talk the plug down low, but I ain't arguing

You tried to talk the hoe out some tax money, but she ain't going

She broke your heart when you found out the hoe going

We hit the road in 4-4, and we steady scoring

I beat that hoe down bad, I come back with racks

I beat that hoe down good, I teach her straight finesse