[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I've been running up a bag, counting racks out
We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out
Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down
It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background
Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds
Backshots make her tap out
Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Rich as fuck, but still never switching up
Make sure it's about money, when you mention us
Lil nigga sliding on a dummy mission
Engine light on in the transmission
Moms found my stash, a couple bands missing
Fell out with some niggas, I felt back and gave them distance
No culinary arts, but I was in the kitchen
Bitch, I'm in the Guinness book for cooking the most chickens
It's filthy
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
I'm a motherfucking savage
Gucci for the shoes, Monclair for the jacket
Niggas want a verse, there's a fee, bitch, I'm taxing
40 flip a nigga like a pissed on mattress
For any of my nigga turn to a snake I can't imagine
I'm stacking, can't see you broke niggas like I'm dabbin
No time for a ratchet, need a bitch on her bag shit
Acting, slide on your block and wreak havoc
Bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I've been running up a bag, counting racks out
We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out
Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down
It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background
Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds
Backshots make her tap out
Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[Verse 3: Dolla Dame]
This one for the gang, gang niggas only
And I can't call you brodie, unless you shoot for me
Whole lotta blue strips, I've been checking chicken
20 large stuffed inside my denim, you see how I'm living
I ran it up, me and my brodie, hoe, don't ask for shit
You wasn't with me shooting in the gym, I couldn't afford a zip
Now it's designer shit I be in, all the fly shit
The bust down Rollie, I can't even tell what time it is
Nigga
[Verse 4: DaBoii]
I stand out with these bands, you just stand tall
I'm in a rush to them bands, I can't stand tall
Big sticks on the Glocks, we ain't playing golf
Hit a lick, never panic, bitch, we play it off
He ain't putting in no work, then we lay him off
Bitch, your nigga taking orders, 'cause he ain't a boss
I fall down, I get up, bitch, I shake it off
And if I don't got that strap, then I'm taking off
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I've been running up a bag, counting racks out
We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out
Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down
It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background
Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds
Backshots make her tap out
Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out
[Verse 5: Lul G]
Big 40 get to bussing, pussy nigga, I don't thump
Ten chains on my neck, VVS, I don't tuck
Blue hunnids in these denims, young nigga, I don't tuck
Hundred rounds in the chop, making pussy niggas run
But brodie by my side, and he stay with that Mac
Let a pussy disrespect, then a pussy on his back
Young wild nigga, so I gotta keep a strap
Shit get real in the field, so it's 50 in the Mac
[Verse 6 ?]
Money coming fast, the more niggas get to hating
Then they see the diamonds, broke niggas get to playing
Shit by my side, lil nigga tryna [?]
Tryna reach for my chain, stupid boy, still lame
Look in my face, and tell me no lies
Can't touch the new nigga, who're a bitch on the side
Now I'm sitting in the [?] in a new 25
Stupid ass young niggas, I ain't even touched a 5
Bitch
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I've been running up a bag, counting racks out
We illegal up in Vegas, sending packs out
Glock 30 with a stick, for the back down
Glock in her purse, case the club with the pat down
It ain't hard to hear your nigga in the background
Lil nigga ain't no nines in this Mac rounds
Backshots make her tap out
Let him reach for these chains, he get packed out