We in the stack, bruhI have animal block baboonThe valedictorian of the Yola game graduated with high honorsTo serve and push that candy caneStanding in front of my mama's houseNow I'm leaning over the railingI'm standing on top of the couchRunnin' my face with a brand new hundred dollar billsIn a bit, keepin' it lit, me and my cliqueHella rich, hella chicks, extra clipsHella six, TMZ, takin' flicksNine times out of ten, I'ma leave with a tenRun a little gang, maybe *** her friendAsk her what's her name, tell me one more gameI don't see no rank, so you ain't got no manWhat about your mackin', man?Ain't no lackin' in my mackin'Some of my niggas in here trappin'Some of my niggas in here flaggin'Man, I hope they don't get to clappin'All they clappin' I'm tryin' to hear is a female ass clapWe in the stank, bruhLet's go turf!Hold on, everything, they should endorse meI swear, that should be my face on that horseyI mean, I might be the hardest we gotAnyway, I'ma get this money regardless or notWe in this thing, bruhIf it's a thing, it's a thingGet it on, we can end this thing, bruhWe active, we activeTurf talk too damn hard on themTen bottles, guess who ordered them?Ten chains, guess who wearin' them?Ten guns, guess who carryin' them?Got my money first, divin' in her purseAnd she can't have none of mineI'm spendin' all the hearseI guess it's time to get my buzz upLeave the dope alone, turf, put the guns upMan, it's almost goneAy, please feel my starry fallWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhWe in the stank, bruhHey, grantedUh, we in the stank, bruhPull up to the club on my iPhoneTweet and hit at E-40Like I'm in this thing, bruhSome hoe nigga went to high schoolIt came up to me lookin' all strangeTook my sailor U-trainI'm like, you've been the lane, bruhGet out of awayAy, there's too many hoes up in the stankFor a nigga to be all in my ear, tryna kick it like Lu-PainThis *** bang, it's slappin' like domestic problemsMy bruh-bruh fresh out, got that look like domesticI'm swagged up, big horsey on my shirtMatch the LV on my shoes, niggas better guard they workI'm turnin' P.I.s, the heck, they're whole protectorsYou better look down, cause if I see eyes, bruh, I'm finna checkWhen I'm through her purse, like Frank Gore for the firstNiggas be actin' like they hard, but they really just be nerdsPut niggas on Mac Blast, like, bruh, you gotta prove itMr. Fab at 40, only one's left from the movementWe in the state, bruhWe in the state, bruh