(Rell on the Track)
(Jose the Plug)
(Are you in the mafia?)
Real gutter shit, ayy

Off-White, chillin' on an off-night
Woke up this morning and I caught a pint
Went to my favorite store and I bought a Sprite
Threw my Hutch buffs on, they was more than white
She got a fat ass with some cellulite
She brought a big Louis bag thinkin' she gon' spend the night
She paid eight racks, got them titties sittin' right
I paid two bands for these Loubs with the spikes
FN with the light, AR with the sight
I got a loose dub 'cause these jeans kinda tight
We just met today, but I'm fuckin' her tonight
I'm the only nigga that can dictate the price
I'm smokin' Dirty Sprite
We can swap it out, my chain for your life
Runnin' off on me is like rollin' dice
If he don't pay the price, we send him to Christ

I got on this Bape, gorilla, somethin' like an ape
Bubble Gum Grape, two hits make a nigga faint
Only roll weight, nigga, we ain't smokin' shake
I be countin' pape', these Guccis I got on say "Fake"
I can't even fake, this dick make her Harlem Shake
She not gettin' paid, bitch, I ain't got a cape
This some fire wax, bitch, I ain't smokin' vape
Fuck her like a slave, when I get there, she can't even wait

You might think she bad, but she basic to me
I be hittin' hoes like I'm Laila Ali
Leave a bitch, she actin' like she can't find the streets
Snatch a nigga wife, now he can't find his freak
Fuck her brains out, but she ain't gettin' paid
She can give me face, but she can't be my bae
If you wanna eat this dick up, you know you gotta pay
Get him out the way and take a trip out the way
I pray for an M, Lord, how long will it take?
You want this shit cooked, it's gon' be a longer wait
I'm blowed as hell, 'bout to pass out off a five of Wock'
I gotta shake this off, it's only five o'clock
I could've bought a house, but I bought a watch
And upgraded all my hoes, turned it up a notch
It's extra ammunition hangin' out the Glock
When them shots start goin', them bitches just don't stop

I got on this Bape, gorilla, somethin' like an ape
Bubble Gum Grape, two hits make a nigga faint
Only roll weight, nigga, we ain't smokin' shake
I be countin' pape', these Guccis I got on say "Fake"
I can't even fake, this dick make her Harlem Shake
She not gettin' paid, bitch, I ain't got a cape
This some fire wax, bitch, I ain't smokin' vape
Fuck her like a slave, when I get there, she can't even wait

Off-White, chillin' on an off-night
Woke up this morning and I caught a pint
Went to my favorite store and I bought a Sprite
Threw my Hutch buffs on, they was more than white
She got a fat ass with some cellulite
She brought a big Louis bag thinkin' she gon' spend the night
She paid eight racks, got them titties sittin' right
I paid two bands for these Loubs with the spikes