I'm in traffic with the package, gotta Move it with my shooter, numbers Don't lie, I made
A quarter in a Uber, eight ball in the Pocket like it's pool, come and cop it, He can run
I hit my target like we back to school Shoppin, I get motivated off a Xan, Niggas make pre-orders
On the pack before it land, I can spend 150 and it bring me back a band, got It off the trap and a
Lil bit of scam, AR ate his face, man That nigga shoulda ran, prices goin' Up, heard your spot was
On fire, bro will walk you down the Alley like he snoop from off the wire, Already blew a O, I bought
A pint to get me higher, that shit Around, I'm really runnin' shit, Numbers don't lie, my money
Grown, but I'm young as shit, I don't Sell dubs or grab dubs, it's only eights And up, ask the last
Nigga bout what happen if you play With us, I wake up and get my paper Up, bought a money counter, I
Got sick of all the paper cuts, nigga This my life, I can't make it up, had a Opportunity to win, I had
To take it up, I'm in traffic with the Package, gotta move It with my Shooter, numbers don't lie, I made
A quarter in the Uber, eight ball in the Pocket like it's pool, come and cop it, He can run, I hit my
Target like we back to school shoppin