Blick in the trench coat, I'm in NYC

Hit Dover on a shopping spree

Too slick, go Sicko, XYZ

Draw that play up, pay that fee

Back home kick doors, choppa eat

Back up poppin' shit, no OxyContin

Got-got that Bin Laden on me

Racks on me, got bricks, I'm sick

In that pit like RIP

Got a brand new bitch, on some brand new shit

Pop brand new tags, flame gon' hit

Brand new bags with the same old clique

Put that beam on uh, put the beam on blast, titty on the stick

Got that Double D drum attached

Go Beast Mode on my running back

Call that blitz, go run it back

Geeked up at the show, scene hoes too funny, yeah

Go green room, green beam dump his ass

I swerve that Wraith in a ditch

I tote that Drac', keep a tre on my hip

Now I'm in the bay off a 30 like Curry

Get buried 'bout that, bust your lip

Jump out that-jump out that coupe, new stick bust at your noggin

Bust at your crib, blue strips bust out my wallet

Run up that cash, racks fallin' out my pockets

But I just don't give a fuck, I gotta have it

Ain't gotta cock it, new Glock automatic

Walk in, stay poppin' shit, K in the attic

Just got some new Rick, already smell like ashes

Step in high fashion, that choppa swing like a hatchet

I spilt the drank on my YSL jacket

On a full tank goin' ape, might just crash it

New coat Helmut Lang, throw some pape on a bad bitch

In some Margiela Answers talkin' 'bout some practice

Said she a dancer, got racks in the mattress

Decarnin Balmain on my ass in my casket

And I'm still stuntin' on your bitch, fuck you talmbout

Blick in the trench coat, I'm in NYC

Hit Dover on a shopping spree

Too slick, go Sickö, XYZ

Draw that play up, pay that fee

Back home kick doors, choppa eat

Back up poppin' shit, no OxyContin

Got-got that Bin Laden on me

Racks on me, got bricks, I'm sick

In that pit like RIP

Racks on me, got bricks, I'm sick

In that pit like RIP

Racks on-racks on me, got bricks, I'm sick

In that pit like RIP

Rack-racks on, racks on me, got bricks, I'm sick

In that pit like RIP