text: Playmakers
  Run that back, Turbo
  Did the dash and I blowed the brains 
  Countin cash on a private plane 
  Couple Ms on the sound exchange 
  Richard Mille, no time to explain 
  Ah, Richard Mille plain 
  Maybach with the woodgrain 
  Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
  Eight hour flight out to Spain 
  Gunna Gunna got a lil fame now
  Aint no cap in my game 
  Stillll hit your block, leave a man down
  Shootin like Im shootin at the range 
  Quick, I can let it bang 
  Rich nigga, I let her keep the change 
  Fake love, I dont care to really hang 
  You a dub and I know you feel ashamed 
  Speed it up, know they want to take the lane 
  Uh, take a school bus, board the plane 
  Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
  Now these niggas lookin like the same 
  Rappers tryna steal my style, dawg
  Full outfit, I had to change 
  Tempt me, Ima go AWOL 
  People gon think Im insane 
  Ima skeet skeet on her face, awh
  Fell in love with her brain 
  Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
  All you niggas saw was my chain 
  Kiss my ring 
  Pretty bitch swallowed a bean 
  Then she gon swallow my thing 
  Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans 
  Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean 
  Swag, bitch, you know what I mean 
  Lot of cash like a money machine 
  Black Pradas, at the bottom all green
  Did the dash and I blowed the brains 
  Countin cash on a private plane 
  Couple Ms on the sound exchange 
  Richard Mille, no time to explain 
  Ah, Richard Mille plain 
  Maybach with the woodgrain 
  Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
  Eight hour flight out to Spain 
  Gunna Gunna got a lil fame now
  Aint no cap in my game 
  Stillll hit your block, leave a man down
  Shootin like Im shootin at the range
  Still a kid, I love Barneys 
  Shoppin spree, spent me a quarter 
  Wishing well, I got water 
  You a sped, Im a little smarter 
  Thats your bitch, then you gotta spoil her 
  Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler 
  See you on the camera, Ima kill your daughter 
  Niggas know we havin, still drippin harder 
  Chrome Hearts crossin my collar 
  All the heels got red on the bottom 
  Dont compare, you are not in my column 
  Dont fall, we aint nowhere near autumn 
  Im a man, Ima solve my problems, awh
  Told my family I got em 
  He was talkin out his mouth, he aint bout it at all
  Now they dont know who shot him 
  Love Atlanta 
  Too much mud in my Fanta 
  Gunna pulled up in a Phantom 
  Seats same color banana 
  Cs all on the bandana 
  Please dont correct my grammar 
  Creed on all my candles 
  Achieve, I have my standards
  Did the dash and I blowed the brains 
  Countin cash on a private plane 
  Couple Ms on the sound exchange 
  Richard Mille, no time to explain 
  Ah, Richard Mille plain 
  Maybach with the woodgrain 
  Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
  Eight hour flight out to Spain 
  Gunna Gunna got a lil fame now
  Aint no cap in my game 
  Stillll hit your block, leave a man down
  Shootin like Im shootin at the range