text: Yeah, my nigga, we
  We really poppin this shit for real, nigga, yeah
  No cap
  No rap cap 
  I took the top off 
  Im dripping like hot sauce 
  I got drank and its clean raw 
  Baby give me that mean mouth 
  Hit that pussy like golf ball 
  I can do this without yall 
  Call the Locs, I go loco 
  I go back to the traphouse 
  Break the bricks and the bales down 
  Cashing in and I cash out 
  Turn that shit to a stash house 
  I aint taking no handouts 
  Money calling, Im en route 
  Fuck them niggas, they bend down 
  Blow a bag when Im in town 
  They say, Gunna, you the best 
  I done went and got a check 
  Im about to flex 
  Its an Audemars Piguet 
  Rocking diamonds, Im wet 
  I got water round my neck 
  I done start to worry less 
  Went and bought my bitch a Lexus , Hi-Tech my fresh 
  Niggas sending me threats 
  I done bought another vest 
  Im protecting my flesh 
  Nigga, pardon my back 
  Fendi fur on my hat 
  I dont hang wit no rats 
  I could never get attached 
  Got Chanel, I can see now
  I got back on my feet now
  I can take care my team now
  Ima hold my whole team down 
  Niggas hate, I dont see how
  Made it out of the damn south 
  And I dont even know how 
  Bout to pull me a Benz out 
  I took the top off 
  Im dripping like hot sauce 
  I got drank and its clean raw 
  Baby give me that mean mouth 
  Hit that pussy like golf ball 
  I can do this without yall 
  Call the Locs, I go loco 
  I go back to the traphouse 
  Break the bricks and the bales down 
  Cashing in and I cash out 
  Turn that shit to a stash house 
  I aint taking no handouts 
  Money calling, Im en route 
  Fuck them niggas, they bend down 
  Blow a bag when Im in town 
  Yeah, I drip when Im in town
  Im just tryna stay in bounds 
  Aint no milk Im a cash cow 
  Gunna came with his own sound 
  You aint stealing his flow now 
  Blowin smoke and its so loud 
  I been bringing these hoes out 
  Gunna get in his zone now 
  Eat the greens, salad , yeah, nigga still rappin 
  Racks got me relaxin 
  Bought me a gold Patek 
  Yeah, Im fly and Im flashy 
  Yeah, nigga we havin 
  Tell me your profession 
  We gang banging active 
  YSL legends
  Got Chanel, I can see now
  I got back on my feet now
  I can take care my team now
  Ima hold my whole team down 
  Niggas hate, I dont see how
  Made it out of the damn south 
  And I dont even know how 
  Bout to pull me a Benz out 
  I took the top off 
  Im dripping like hot sauce 
  I got drank and its clean raw 
  Baby give me that mean mouth 
  Hit that pussy like golf ball 
  I can do this without yall 
  Call the Locs, I go loco 
  I go back to the traphouse 
  Break the bricks and the bales down 
  Cashing in and I cash out 
  Turn that shit to a stash house 
  I aint taking no handouts 
  Money calling, Im en route 
  Fuck them niggas, they bend down 
  Blow a bag when Im in town 
  Yeah