These niggas be pussy
I´m smoking on cookie
Pull down your block with that chopper
I got a hundred fifty shooters and they with me
Flour the fish and I´m whippin´ up with it

Pussy niggas say they want me, tell them to come get me
Don´t count up money, I literally get it
I skrrt through the city, extended the Glizzy
That 30, that automatic, backwards semi
Ooh, Stacks on Deck, murder
This right here Red Rum, I called this shit murder
Who him cause I ain´t never heard of him
Hop in a orange McLaren, watch You Drako skrrt
[?] and bullets, I´m feeling like Percy
Hop out the whip, I´m doing them dirty
Pull up and shoot, like Kyrie Iriving
I don´t give a fuck about the cash
I see your bank account, and I laugh
Add it up, pussy nigga do the math
Hundred K for a show, God damn
I´m getting money for real

I was rich way before the deal
Pop a nigga like a pill
Young Drako, nigga I´m worth 30 mil
It´s Zone 1 [?], my nigga we having it
They tried to hit me with the RICO in traffic, and
Young Drako drip, I don´t dress off a mannequin
Shoot with the Draco, it came from Afghanistan
Your bitch, she suck on my dick, she my biggest fan
I got fishes, see the pack in the mufuckin´ minivan
Put that stick on your partner then we killin´ him
Young Drako numb to this fuck shit, nigga I feelin´ him
Young Drako gettin´ cash, money, and dividends
Rich Gang, young nigga, I been the man

Pyrex pot whip my 360 like [?]
[?] in my mansion, need a helicopter man
Slide back on your block with that chopper
Yeah I´m sippin´ on lean like I came from the doctor man
My chopper start singin´ like it´s in a Oprah man
My diamonds be wetter than mufuckin´ Aquaman
Pull up on the block with a Draco, it choppin´ him
Drako not a door, so nigga stop knockin´ him
Reach for my chain then you know that I´m poppin´ him
I jump in the McLaren, ain´t a thing stoppin´ him
Walk in that trap house, them bricks, I´m coppin´ them
Come to the Soulja Mansion and go take a swim
I remember Dill Avenue, gettin´ it in
Ran from police with Tonio, my best friend

Extended Glizzy, 30, and a FNN
Hit him with Draco, he won´t see again
Jump in Bugatti, I´m gone in the wind
Cop me a Rollie and whip up my bitch a new Benz
She don´t let me hit, then I´m fuckin´ her friends
I´m pouring up juice and I´m pouring out Gin
Diss me in a song, but he won´t do that again
Up on they block, 360, watch me spin