[Chorus: EastBayTae]
(Bee!)
Catch me a play then I get out the way
I'm in the Gallow droppin' these racks with shawty
The nigga you with, he rattin', shawty (Ah!)
I'm on the phone tryna juggle these hoes
Drugger loves percs and I'm in the SRT and that shit a wide body (Skrrt) (Like, I can't fucking stand you, Tae)
I'm gettin' money, go cry 'bout it
Got me a bitch that's ready to die 'bout it
Call up the label tryna see if that wire routed
Being 'round lame niggas gettin' my mind cloudy
That nigga been goin' out sad tryna buy clout
Bitch, give me your brain tryna see what your mind 'bout
Whoa, my niggas steppin' on shit when the lights out (Whoa, whoa)
You ain't got money, lil twan, just pipe down (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Verse 1: RackedUpRoy]
(Brr, tsk tsk tsk}
That's how the MAC sound
Niggas don't know my background
Huh, yеah, when it come to the swag
Thеse niggas piranhas, you know they go bite down
He flexin' that money, Young Drugger, he took it I swear that your pockets is tight now
Back then she would play me, now she wanna date me, Lil' baby you not even my type now
I live in the future don't care about right now
Rated R 5 Stars like a nice ass hotel
I'm theboywholived but I stay with a gun, don't make me theboywhokillkill
I keep Xando with me, he too real
I was with Trill when I got my first deal
And he is a witness, he seen me blow that bag on whippets and blue pills
Sometimes life don't feel real
I'm on that deep voice shit in the stu' with Xan, we geeked up right here (Haha)
I'm on that evil shit, feel like I was too goddamn nice last year
Young Drugger made a hundred racks last year
You don't believe me nigga, look at the stacks, yeah
[Chorus: EastBayTae]
(Bee!)
Catch me a play then I get out the way
I'm in the Gallow droppin' these racks with shawty
The nigga you with, he rattin', shawty (Ah!)
I'm on the phone tryna juggle these hoes
Drugger loves percs and I'm in the SRT and that shit a wide body (Skrrt)
I'm gettin' money, go cry 'bout it
Got me a bitch that's ready to die 'bout it
Call up the label tryna see if that wire routed
Being 'round lame niggas gettin' my mind cloudy
That nigga been goin' out sad tryna buy clout
Bitch, give me your brain tryna see what your mind 'bout
Whoa, my niggas steppin' on shit when the lights out (Whoa, whoa)
You ain't got money, lil twan, just pipe down (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Verse 2: Bandanna$ain't]
Yeah, pipe down
Tell the pussy nigga pipe down (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch so geeked up (Geeked)
Glock on my hip, won't fight now (Buh)
I was so geeked off the X pill (X)
So high, can't stop biting down (Yah)
I done went up on my ex ho (Yah)
I'm not that lil' bitch type now (Yah)
Can't stop taking these drugs, I think I'm in love with it (Yah)
Can't stop sippin' this mud, huh, I lowkey fuck with it
He had a stick, he duck with it (Yah)
I want the smoke, what's up with it
She see I got all these racks, I think that she fuck with it (Yah)
Yeah, she fuck with the gang (Yah)
I break her back bane
Want the racks, had to put up some pain
All cap, he don't even bang
Yeah, he so cap (cap)
Yeah, flexed up on my old ho (Flex)
I don't even want her back (Damn)
I see a opp right there, finna start shootin' it back (Boom)
[Chorus: EastBayTae]
(Bee!)
Catch me a play then I get out the way
I'm in the Gallow droppin' these racks with shawty
The nigga you with, he rattin', shawty (Ah!)
I'm on the phone tryna juggle these hoes
Drugger loves percs and I'm in the SRT and that shit a wide body (Skrrt)
I'm gettin' money, go cry 'bout it
Got me a bitch that's ready to die 'bout it
Call up the label tryna see if that wire routed
Being 'round lame niggas gettin' my mind cloudy
That nigga been goin' out sad tryna buy clout
Bitch, give me your brain tryna see what your mind 'bout
Whoa, my niggas steppin' on shit when the lights out (Whoa, whoa)
You ain't got money, lil twan, just pipe down (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
