Nigga
Yeah, yeah
(King Nathan with another one)

Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now (My jeans now)

I got big plays, I can run a mean route (A mean route)
I ain´t never been no lame-ass nigga, I´ma pop it
I´ma run routes and catch the ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re´d up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl like I´m eatin´ Frosted Flakes
I ain´t have to go to McDonald´s, I´m ridin´ with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain´t everything, I say that nigga there trippin´

Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers (Nigga)
Blue face Carti´ (Nigga) full of nose boogers (Bling)
Gucci down head to toe, goggles just to match (Nigga)

I be pullin´ up in a , what kind of fuckin´ car is that? (Fuck is that?)
´Member I ain´t have no money, and them niggas laughed at me (Haha)
Now I stay with dog shit like I´m Craig Daddy (Nigga)
Only way I´ll lay down, nigga, yeah
Only way I´ll lay down, nigga, is if the feds catch me
I´ll beat the fuckin´ bowl until it lock the way I need
I´ll beat the fuckin´ road ´til I put that bitch to sleep (Zoom)
This is murk city, I´m throwin´ up but I got brothers that´s Z
And I´m screamin´ free my niggas ´til they let my nigga free

Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now (My jeans now)
I got big plays, I can run a mean route (A mean route)
I ain´t never been no lame-ass nigga, I´ma pop it
I´ma run routes and catch the ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re´d up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl like I´m eatin´ Frosted Flakes
I ain´t have to go to McDonald´s, I´m ridin´ with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain´t everything, I say that nigga there trippin´

Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers
Blue face Carti full of nose boogers