Ay, fuck it, let's pour up a eight
I get them racks outta state, I'm on another wave
Got a check in a checkerboard case
Park the foreigns in the back of the gate
Pop my shit and I'ma pop at your face, got on all of my ice, I'ma skates
We gon' assassin', who hate? And its the price you gon' pay
We get geeked up like back in the day
Bitch, come fuck the circle an get paid
You can't get close to the safe, fifty racks on a AP today
I smoke on that shit from LA, stack that shit up and stay out the way
Ay, yay, I gotta ride with the semi
These **** still penny pinchin', shoot out that five till its empty
It's just me and Lil' Duke in the Bentley
Know a lot of you **** ain't with me
You get shot for some shit you ain't mean it
I'm a boss and my bitch is the meanest
And I put it on Sixties, stuntin' on all my ex bitches
He got a check but we rich, run up that sack, got me filthy
I got that shit out the mud, sippin' and toastin' them drugs
I did that shit with no plug, chasin' outside the show for a hug
'Bout to fly back overseas
I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I just want some knees
Bad bitch, she just came in from Belize
I keep the cake and cuffing these freaks
We sip the lean and we don't drink no beer
YSL takeoff, yeah, this our year
Flexin' these diamonds got too many carats
I fucked yo bitch 'cause she know I'ma savage
Ay, fuck it, let's pour up a eight
I get them racks outta state, I'm on another wave
Got a check in a checkerboard case
Park the foreigns in the back of the gate
Pop my shit and I'ma pop at your face, got on all of my ice, I'ma skates
We gon' assassin', who hate? And its the price you gon' pay
We get geeked up like back in the day
Bitch, come fuck the circle an get paid
You can't get close to the safe, fifty racks on a AP today
I smoke on that shit from LA, stack that shit up and stay out the way
Ay, hey-hey, ain't tellin' no facades
Gimme another ménage, fat ass like Nicki Minaj
I still fuck with Shad da God 'cause we from the other side
Take these pictures, no, never mind, you know real **** recognize
Pull up made Audemar wrist, flex
Big bankroll on me, I go 6:30
He say pull up with some clean, I pull up with some Kid Cudi
Beat her out of her tape, beat out of her pussy
Slow it down lil God you fuckin' up all yo money
Pulled up at the Magic and left that six trey runnin'
Pouring Percs' and red on there bitches
Bitch sittin' on them Benz seats I'm never itchin'
Ay, fuck it, let's pour up a eight
I get them racks outta state, I'm on another wave
Got a check in a checkerboard case
Park the foreigns in the back of the gate
Pop my shit and I'ma pop at your face, got on all of my ice, I'ma skates
We gon' assassin', who hate? And its the price you gon' pay
We get geeked up like back in the day
Bitch, come fuck the circle an get paid
You can't get close to the safe, fifty racks on a AP today
I smoke on that shit from LA, stack that shit up and stay out the way

Writer(s): Turbo, Shad Da God, Lil Duke, Gunna.