I got my cargos and they carryin' my wallet
All the stacks, they hangin' out, 'cause I got too much, it be poppin'
Chiropractor, break her back, got OnlyFans, just give me noggin
All I wanted was the Raf, my wrist giraffe, these labels knockin'
Hear that sound, it go like—
Bring the stomps in, never lack
We go, "Ra, ta-ta-ta"
See the bullets playing tag
Man, I'm sick and tired of thotties, only care 'bout who I am
Getting heated, it's like Warzone, I don't know where I'ma land
Yeah, I rep that, my set, man
West side where I rest at
Fеw setbacks and jetlag
Back home, now I'm in Tat
Madе guap, fourteen mill'
Money drop on these steals
Hitting licks, you for real?
On my own, don't need fill
Grab my crew, that's on God
ESO 'til the day I drop
Wannabe eshay, you flop
Curb stomp in TNs, get dropped
I'm way too aggressive, my money be stressing
I'm eating so good and I'm feeding my brethren
11:11, so blessed with this message
Stay stacking this cheddar 'cause it's worth obsessing
Told the bitch to back it and she did it for bands
Got the choppa and I spray it, make the boy go do a dance
Promised mama I'm' gon' make it, I hope this shit go to plan
This scene doing all the same shit, so you know your boy advanced
I been steady making numbers, but I want some more
All these hits that I been droppin' leave you on the floor
My gang too ice cold, not talking jewelry, we Eskimos
Ain't no actin', but this a movie, I know you know
Yeah, they droppin' snippets, yeah, but they ain't got they money up
All I see is digits through my day, and, bitch, I run it up
If you fuckin' with my shit, then u know it's a hunnid love
Makin' all these hits from our rooms, I'll let you sum it up
Huh? Crack a bitch back
Call me "Chiropractor" like the way I hit that
Strictly just for business like the a fuckin' dispatch
I'll be on my way, damn, I gotta kick back
I got my cargos and they carryin' my wallet
All the stacks, they hangin' out, 'cause I got too much, it be poppin'
Chiropractor, break her back, got OnlyFans, just give me noggin
All I wanted was the Raf, my wrist giraffe, these labels knockin'
Hear that sound, it go like—
Bring the stomps in, never lack
We go, "Ra, ta-ta-ta"
See the bullets playing tag
Man, I'm sick and tired of thotties, only care 'bout who I am
Getting heated, it's like Warzone, I don't know where I'ma land