I run out racks then I run out of town
These rappers be joking I ain't with these clowns
I been at the top but I never get crowned
He show me his back and he get shot down
Bitch I'm with my dogs you get hunt down
Bitch I need my shipment I need my pounds
You touch my gang you can eat rounds
I walk with the beam he hitting the ground
Bitch I'm a boy scout I leave no trace
Bitch I could never lie just look at my face
I get the racks but I need em more
You flexing that cash but you so poor
Walk in with a glock they get on the floor
You talk about me I kick down the door