Yeah, uh, yeah, *** it, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, no, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, uhI been getting ton of money to the stash, yeahIf you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeahAnd we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeahYou don't wanna smokeI got niggas on the stash, stash, stash, stash, stashI got niggas on the stash, stash, stash, stashLeave that nigga marked like a rash, rash, rashAll my shorties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, badYeah, my wrist, it froze, yeahCaught up, watch me go, goYeah, all they hoes is handing it in the door, yeahMade a hit on us, yeahMade it on the floorHe was talking on the game, but ain't see no hoesThey can't get too close, I keep a couple foesCan't touch these hoes, only hand with brosTold my shooter that he wanna smoke, just get the hoesWe don't play, we don't play, we don't play no moreThey can't even reach the doorGot a baddie on my left, got a baddie on my rightDumb ass, got three bad hoesGot like ten other shorties tryna reach my lineHe was talking on the game, so we sent him on a flight, yeahN***a on the run, got a n***a on the flyN***a, n***a, homie, stop in front of thatBody lies, I'm a bitter, I'm a pieI was crying, I keep grinding, shoot for the starsInfinite hearts, think of me flying like a kite, boom, boomI been getting to the money, to the stacks, yeahIf you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeahAnd we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeahYou don't wanna smokeI got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dashI got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dashN***a, n***a, I'm hot like a rack, rack, rackAll my shorties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, bad, badYeah, what you wanna say?We gon' hit you up today, what you wanna pray?Yeah, I know that they wanna get meShawty calling my phone, Shawty need a real ass backBitch, call me now, but yeah, they wanna get a rackShawty, make a n***a zone, zone my friends, ohAnd you can't smoke a few, I just want you to go boom, boom, boom, boomTravis Scott, I feel the highest in the roomJust in front of you, I'm running to the light, yeahGotta keep on going till I reach the light, yeahI made it hard to be plain and coolI smoke a pack, then I jump off the roofOne n***a hitting, they want me to loseI got my ***, you think that they fool, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI can't survive, so I got my stack upStruggling, blubbering, you think that they foolHaters be hating, I turn into school, boomI been getting to the money, to the stacks, yeahIf you wanna smoke, then you get a pack, yeahAnd we hitting you up, yeah, yeah, yeahYou don't wanna smokeI got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dashI got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dashLeave that n***a marked like a rash, rash, rashAll my shawties, yeah, they bad, bad, bad, bad, badI got n****s on the dash, dash, dash, dash, dash