text: Got a nigga stackin caps
  Im servin them bags, I run through em all dog
  Fuckin on your bitch when you call dog
  You a bitch goin through a bitch call log
  And the Hi-Tech red, thats real raw
  Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
  He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
  Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
  I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
  Too late for you try to be real now
  Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
  I pull up to the show Balmained down
  Copycat try to have the same sound
  Cooked up good dope, run the Js out
  Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
  Never cashin in, took the cash route
  And them sold out dates got a nigga back in they bag
  You reach for the cash and I bust at your ass
  And I was just sippin on Act
  Got a bustdown cuban link choker, mink gotta match
  Bitch say she wanna fuck me, no strings attached
  And I was gettin fresh just to work in the trap
  When the trap came, nigga got work in the map
  And dont talk on phones, nigga workin that tap
  Niggas owe the mob, better pay they tab
  Whole lot of money, gotta keep my strap
  Tried to stop sippin syrup but a nigga relapsed
  Bangin my gang like a motherfuckin frat
  I dont love a ho, I can never get attached
  Gave your ass a loan and you better bring it back
  Push up on your ho, she was lookin like a snack
  Niggas play tough til a nigga get whacked
  All the coupes fast, nigga might as well drag
  Hundred thousand cash in the Goyard bag
  Pull up in your hood nigga, I dont need a pass
  All blue hundreds, got these fuck niggas mad
  Robbed a lil nigga, aint have to use mags
  Two-hundred twenty, nigga had to do the dash
  Killin all you bullies, think you bad to the bad
  Marlo countin Coogi with two hundred on the dash
  Got a nigga stackin caps
  Im servin them bags, I run through em all dog
  Fuckin on your bitch when you call dog
  You a bitch goin through a bitch call log
  And the Hi-Tech red, thats real raw
  Take a sip of that lean, wash the pill down
  He a gangster but a nigga still squeal now
  Fuck boy tell me how you still real now
  I can hit Marlo, get ten pounds
  Too late for you try to be real now
  Soup truck coupe, switch lanes now
  I pull up to the show Balmained down
  Copycat try to have the same sound
  Cooked up good dope, run the Js out
  Pull up with a stick, put a bullet in his mouth
  Never cashin in, took the cash route