text: We got London on da Track
  You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
  Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
  I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
  Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
  I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
  And my lil brother turned to a drummer
  Walked him outside, now he got the llama
  I took that Maybach where the Js at
  Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
  All my niggas know run up them numbers
  Fuck it, run up them numbers 
  Run up them numbers
  OKC, you dont want no thunder
  The old Tracy McGrady, the one
  OKC, you dont want no thunder, yeah
  Christian the sweater
  Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
  The double R came with the umbrella
  When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
  Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
  Got some little homies, got some prodigies
  And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
  Made it out the projects, poppin overseas
  Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
  I make some calls, you cant cop the fleet
  Gotta be an antisocial gangster cause the feds watchin my tweets
  You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
  Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
  I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
  Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
  I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
  And my lil brother turned to a drummer
  Walked him outside, now he got the llama
  I took that Maybach where the Js at
  Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
  All my niggas know run up them numbers
  Fuck it, run up them numbers
  Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
  Piped up like a plumber
  And sold all the bundles 
  I paid off the debt to your honor
  And went got some commas and commas and commas 
  You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner 
  I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin to tell em whatever 
  I still be killin in projects, even though I been runnin them numbers up
  They used to tell me Im not next, Im like look at me now, Im in front of them
  And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
  And I dont know how Ima trust again, I swear
  Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
  I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
  I wanna speed off in a Cayenne 
  I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
  Have a pool party with the posse 
  We be the talk of the topic
  These fuck niggas dont where the drop at 
  They wont want us ridin in the drophead
  And he mad that my bitch got a Masi
  You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
  Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
  I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
  Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
  I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
  And my lil brother turned to a drummer
  Walked him outside, now he got the llama
  I took the Maybach where the Js at
  Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
  All my niggas know run up them numbers
  Fuck it, run up them numbers