Bag after bag after bag, I can´t stop Yerc after Perc´ after Yerc, I can´t stop Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired Walk on the muhfuckin´ ceiling, I´m bootin´ up, baby, could end in me flyin´ Yeah, they gon´ copy my trend, they gon´ copy my side, they gon´ copy the guy I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, don´t doubt on me
I bought a crib in the sky (Yeah, woah) Twenty-four seven, the big body down (Yeah, yeah-yeah) Takin´ the yanky, more janky, more banky I run up this bitch like a big ol´ tanky The big body whip, pull out the big body Swerve on the side, ´bout to pull up, we cranky
I´m gonna pull up the tanky I got the big ol´ whips, got the big ol´ Glocks, got the big ol´ stick with a binkie (What? Shh) You gon´ get whacked, you gon´ get whacked like a spanking (Mm-hm) I been swervin´ on this Earth Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair Don´t know why I did this shit, just heard it, then I do it I don´t like all that talkin´ back and forth, just keep it murmur Bye-bye (Phew), huh, fuckin´ swerve Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I see they swerves Go and they go get eaten up like a fish, get eaten by worm R-I-P to the Dub man, they gon´ try to get that on serve
Bag after bag after bag, I can´t stop Yerc after Perc´ after Yerc, I can´t stop Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired Walk on the muhfuckin´ ceiling, I´m bootin´ up, baby, could end in me flyin´ Yeah, they gon´ copy my trend, they gon´ copy my side, they gon´ copy the guy I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, don´t doubt on me