Yeah, uh, yeah, fuck it, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, no, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, uh
I been getting ton of money to the stash, yeah
If you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeah
And we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't wanna smoke
I got niggas on the stash, stash, stash, stash, stash
I got niggas on the stash, stash, stash, stash
Leave that nigga marked like a rash, rash, rash
All my shorties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, bad
Yeah, my wrist, it froze, yeah
Caught up, watch me go, go
Yeah, all they hoes is handing it in the door, yeah
Made a hit on us, yeah
Made it on the floor
He was talking on the game, but ain't see no hoes
They can't get too close, I keep a couple foes
Can't touch these hoes, only hand with bros
Told my shooter that he wanna smoke, just get the hoes
We don't play, we don't play, we don't play no more
They can't even reach the door
Got a baddie on my left, got a baddie on my right
Dumb ass, got three bad hoes
Got like ten other shorties tryna reach my line
He was talking on the game, so we sent him on a flight, yeah
N***a on the run, got a n***a on the fly
N***a, n***a, homie, stop in front of that
Body lies, I'm a bitter, I'm a pie
I was crying, I keep grinding, shoot for the stars
Infinite hearts, think of me flying like a kite, boom, boom
I been getting to the money, to the stacks, yeah
If you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeah
And we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't wanna smoke
I got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash
I got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash
N***a, n***a, I'm hot like a rack, rack, rack
All my shorties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Yeah, what you wanna say?
We gon' hit you up today, what you wanna pray?
Yeah, I know that they wanna get me
Shawty calling my phone, Shawty need a real ass back
Bitch, call me now, but yeah, they wanna get a rack
Shawty, make a n***a zone, zone my friends, oh
And you can't smoke a few, I just want you to go boom, boom, boom, boom
Travis Scott, I feel the highest in the room
Just in front of you, I'm running to the light, yeah
Gotta keep on going till I reach the light, yeah
I made it hard to be plain and cool
I smoke a pack, then I jump off the roof
One n***a hitting, they want me to lose
I got my shit, you think that they fool, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't survive, so I got my stack up
Struggling, blubbering, you think that they fool
Haters be hating, I turn into school, boom
I been getting to the money, to the stacks, yeah
If you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeah
And we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeah
You don't wanna smoke
I got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash
I got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash
Leave that n***a marked like a rash, rash, rash
All my shawties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
I got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash