Ha, bro take your head off your shoulders Ship a pack to Sarasota (hey) It's time to slide, then load up (yeah) It's a lot of Wock' in my soda Almost flipped the Beam over Really rich, but I need more Just like a kid, he broke Just like a cig, he smoked Bro keep a SIG, no joke Get the pack gone, adios 12 make a nigga get low (ha) Like Danny, I'm finna go ghost In the GLE truck too geeked SRT, all I know I was finna just pour me a three Ended up pourin' up four Nigga, his pockets on E That nigga lame and he broke My niggas still in the streets He snatchin' chains and bowls My nigga been in the trap house With me and he ain't even change his clothes Nigga, my crib too high-tech Walk in this bitch, gotta type in the code I was too young for the Act', nigga, yeah So I'm pourin' up Wok' in the soda Got too much drank in this bitch, nigga If 12 walk in, yeah, then its over Yeah, I got too much cheese Can't even remember the last time I been sober My niggas shout out the cobra Yeah we gon fly to Dakota That nigga broke, he a poser He just rich for the 'Gram, yeah, we know it Put his ho on that cash, we was throwing it Run through that money, we blowing it, ayy That nigga, he an informant All these racks, would've thought I was touring Do that shit Yeah, yeah, yeah