Got the pac on me
Got the racks on me
She gon suck on me
She gon f*ck on me
I jus be chasin the bands an i put that on me
Gotta bag on me
Keep the work on me
Hunnids is all i see
He dont kno his main bitch wit me
Im known for killin the beat
Backwoods is filled up wit stink
You kno i be chasin the cheese
On my body its ink
Niggas cant post where i be
These Niggas aint focused like me
All money in i be chasin the green
All onna bitch what the f*ck do you mean
If it aint bout cash then the convos obscene
Jus like Scottie Pippen i rep thirty three
Call me conceited dont care whatchu think
Look like a lick when i flexin my greens
That bitch so bad she amaze me
Hop out the whip better pay me
Weed got me lazy
Paper is what i be chasin
Weed be so strong like i laced it
Countin up faces
That bitch so bad she amaze me
Hop out the whip better pay me
Weed got me lazy
Me is what niggas be hatin
She only like black dick i think shes a racist
Got the pac on me
Got the racks on me
She gon suck on me
She gon f*ck on me
I jus be chasin them bands n i put that on me