Ayy, I'm a jack artist

Yeah, I mean that literally, bitch, I jack artists

Yeah, I make that chopper sound like a 'Cat started

I just robbed a nigga for ten 'bows and got a trap started

Just bought a case of green pints off the black market

Sold my Ram truck the other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it

He used to have dog shit, now he back walkin'

Nigga raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak

call that back talkin'

And fuck around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)

I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)

He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat levеl

I get tired of fuckin' up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar

The rap game pay me good, but I'm a crack seller

Legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether?

I bust a whole watch down, I ain't half-steppin'

That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary

Bitch, I'm really from the 6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6)

I heard you goin' out of town, I got a bag ready

Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri

Gotta take a risk to be a champ, these niggas act scary

They say I'm always leavin' shit like I ran a race

How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?

Pour so much motherfuckin' purple, turn the Fanta grape

Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint

I made a lot of blues fuckin' with that tan and gray

Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape

I put the Quali' over Tris and got a better taste

Before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day

Catch a nigga walkin' out the club, threw a party on him

Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me

My right wrist was lookin' plain, threw a Carti on it

Pop a nigga in the strip club, now the party over

White Wraithy, white seats, threw the Forgis on it

Niggas need they kits tested, put a Maury on 'em (Hah)

Heard he a sucker for them hoes, threw a Barbie on him

Goofy nigga thought he was gon'

fuck until she called us on him

Shot my bitch in her right leg, pulled a Tory on her

You could fuck any bitch in Flint if you got forty for her

I heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to 'em

On the 6 with Vezz

sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers

Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit

IUR shit

You know what the fuck goin' on