Alright

(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)

Drank God

Roll the zone up, nigga

Rich Off Pints

Yeah, we really rich off pints, though

(Iced Up Records)

Yeah, we cookin' lamb chops

Grab that chopper, I might spazz out, Tezzo gon' crash out

AR on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop

Shoot the F&N 'til it jam, it make my pants hot

Yeah, I got that fin cocked

Got the best chains in the club, that's why I stand out

Fuck security, alright, I mean

I said fuck security, he's a ho

I make him stand out (He a pussy, for real)

I got my ice on

Clear diamonds all VVS, they look like white 1's

Choose a side

but picked the wrong one and now his life gone

Niggas think lil' gang doin' plumbin'

because that pipe on 'em

Yeah, Drac' like an iPhone

223, I got that four-five, he gon' get Mike'd on

Take your bitch and give her AP, now she don't like holmes

Audemars shine like the— just cut the lights off

I been grinding since I was five, now I'm an icon (For real)

Freaky bitch, she got a big ass, and got them tights on

760, that's my new car, plus that's my FICO

Shoot that Glocky 'til my hands numb, look like I type wrong

Yeah, bitch, this the murder season

Chopper on me sound like Smurk singin'

chain cost a thirty even

Fuck my opps, they don't want beef

but bitch, we murder vegans

So much jewelry sit on my chest, it made my shirt a—

It made me anemic (I'm fuckin' up)

Keep this shit goin'

I'm really higher than a bitch right now

Type of nigga, goddamn, I don't know what the fuck I'm gon'—

Who's that recording right now? That's Smurk?

He burnt out, nigga

Max Beats

Drank God

Big Ice

Rich Off Pints

Fuck this shit, I ain't got no L's