pain!

(Slatt, slatt, slatt, Slatt, slatt, slatt, Slatt, slatt, slatt)

See, that's my boy yea that's my gang

(yea that's my gang)

You with that crew, yeah, you a lame

(Yeah you a lame)

I'm with my boys, no, you can't hang

Know they hating on me, I'm about to show them yea

Ima show em what I'm about, yeah

(Woah woah)

Rack getter

(Woah woah)

Sack getter

(Slatt, slatt)

Pack flipper

(Woah woah)

I be rack gettin, bad bitch get in, buying I'm not renting, pull up in that scat pack yea you know that I be whipping I'm whipping in that kitchen yea

You ain't V-I-P, lil' bitch, you can't get in

Yeah, you know I'm toting on my Smith and Wesson

Never go nowhere without my choppa, yea that's my best friend

(Slatt, slatt, slatt. Slatt, slatt, slatt, Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Bitch, I'ma go hard on this, bitch, bitch, I'ma go

Bitch, I'ma go hard on this, bitch, bitch, I'ma go

Bitch, I'ma light up, choppa light up. Wait, wait, I'm running it up

Said that's been enough, bad bitch want it rough Yeah, we running it up

I'm addicted to cash, bitch, run me my ones

Bitch, run me my ones

Bitch, run me my ones, Bitch, run me my ones

Yeah, run me my ones Bitch, run me my fade

I got a chop long range I got a stick and it's not a gun range

And I ain't do a show if I ain't getting paid

Off of the Molly these bitches wanna skate

I'm in a two door coupe, bitch, pull up to the party, fashionably late

Bitches all up on my dick saying that they want clout I cannot relate

I got psychedelics in my head and these drugs in my body, I cannot escape

Always stay lit like a lighter, bitch, I'm bic, blow em out like a candle, not a wic

He was a bitch on the net, rest in piss, I don't give a shit, bitch, I'm rocking rick

I'm a running back, but I'm on the blitz

Real player, give a f*ck about a diss

Got 20 hoes on my Christmas list, Bought 20 bags just for a bitch, Got 20 diamonds all on my wrist