text: Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
  Wheezy Beats
  If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you
  Mind on a motherfuckin milli
  Ridin with the motherfuckin’ semi
  Grind from the start to the finish
  Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
  It say 230 on the dash
  Drivin real fast, Ima speed with no limit
  No, we aint going out sad
  30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
  I be gettin higher than a tree
  Still stacking racks, money all that I need
  Still selling pounds of that weed
  I leave em with the bro, when I’m goin overseas
  Fore I bust it open, shit was already reekin
  We can sip the lean, pop the X, really geekin
  And I’m rocking water like ice, I could freeze it
  When your bitch land, Ima book her at Four Seasons
  Niggas hatin on the kid for no reason
  Gunna drip sauce, let her spring it like the season
  Rockin Off White when I’m walkin in the meeting
  A nigga flyin kites down the road, they some demons
  Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater
  I only fuck her once or twice, then, nigga, Ima leave her
  I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a liter
  I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up
  Chanel on, still can’t see us
  Nigga, send em back, countin money with my feet up
  I been sendin racks to my cuz on the kiosk
  Ima send that pack down the road, til you get out
  Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth
  I been puttin the shit up at the hizzouse
  Drippin on these bitches through a drizzought
  Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth
  Mind on a motherfuckin milli
  Ridin with the motherfuckin’ semi
  Grind from the start to the finish
  Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
  It say 230 on the dash
  Drivin real fast, Ima speed with no limit
  No, we aint going out sad
  30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
  Flyin a jet, ride foreign, I do that
  Hundred thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag
  Saint Laurent, kickin these bitches like “Who that?”
  Rich nigga came from the hood, but you knew that
  Ice on my neck, it look like a sleet
  Plain Jane band on an iced out Patek
  Dont cuff that hoe, she a freak
  I’m up gettin money, don’t know how to sleep
  I fucked that lil bitch and I fucked up the sheets
  Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree
  Mind on a milli, aint thinking bout enemies
  Shoot a nigga down like J. F. Kennedy
  Sellin chickens, you can come get a 10 piece
  Jumped out the plane with the Fendi
  Jumped in the foreign with the semi
  Baby Draco hold a 50
  Nigga, its on me and its in me
  Mind on a motherfuckin milli
  Ridin with the motherfuckin’ semi
  Grind from the start to the finish
  Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
  It say 230 on the dash
  Drivin real fast, Ima speed with no limit
  No, we aint going out sad
  30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy
  Mind on a motherfuckin milli
  Ridin with the motherfuckin’ semi
  Grind from the start to the finish
  Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches
  It say 230 on the dash
  Drivin real fast, Ima speed with no limit
  No, we aint going out sad
  30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy