Last Laugh Video (MV)

I've been double crossed and back stabbed
Turned the hate into racks so I guess I got the last laugh
Fake niggas talking till I show where the mac at
Put a bullet in his skull, make him wear it like a snap back
Smoking on this erb now I'm on another planet
I need a bad bitch, Mike Jack, no Janet
If I catch a nigga slippin' imma pop him like a Xanax
All these racks coming in, I guess I got expensive habits

Damn, damn, who knew
I'm Smoking on this green while my pockets stay blue
I heard these hater talking bout me but ik it's fake news
The whole gang flying high like we rocking off this boof
Copped a couple grams roll it up
Walk into the store f*ck it up
Gotta couple bands on my neck now these niggas showing up
I ran up a check now these bitches wanna f*ck
Louis V, Gucci on me
Pockets they green like the trees
I hit the jet overseas
Mix up the molly with weed
The rap game's like conquer and seize
Foreign whip came with no keys
I shoot that 223 Glock got a beam
Got it aimed at your spleen

I've been double crossed and back stabbed
Turned the hate into racks so I guess I got the last laugh
Fake niggas talking till I show where the mac at
Put a bullet in his skull, make him wear it like a snap back
Smoking on this erb now I'm on another planet
I need a bad bitch, Mike Jack, no Janet
If I catch a nigga slippin' imma pop him like a Xanax
All these racks coming in, I guess I got expensive habits
I've been double crossed and back stabbed
Turned the hate into racks so I guess I got the last laugh
Fake niggas talking till I show where the mac at
Put a bullet in his skull, make him wear it like a snap back
Smoking on this erb now I'm on another planet
I need a bad bitch, Mike Jack, no Janet
If I catch a nigga slippin' imma pop him like a Xanax
All these racks coming in, I guess I got expensive habits

Copped a couple grams roll it up
Walk into the store f*ck it up
Gotta couple bands on my neck now these niggas showing up
I ran up a check now these bitches wanna f*ck
TheKiid goin' crazy
Yeah he gonna make it
Jumped out the wraith and hopped in a Mercedes
I'm counting up racks but the number don't phase me
Too high of the gas somebody better save me I'm runnin' it back
I'm doing the dash
Don't f*ck with the fakes
I f*ck with the facts
I'm ballin' like Kobe just go check the stats
I'll call up yo hoe and I hit from the back
Damn, runnin' up bands
Just dropped a song now my expand
F*ck all these haters, I know that they fans
If a opp want the smoke know I got it on demand

I've been double crossed and back stabbed
Turned the hate into racks so I guess I got the last laugh
Fake niggas talking till I show where the mac at
Put a bullet in his skull, make him wear it like a snap back
Smoking on this erb now I'm on another planet
I need a bad bitch, Mike Jack, no Janet
If I catch a nigga slippin imma pop him like a Xanax
All these racks coming in, I guess I got expensive habits
I've been double crossed and back stabbed
Turned the hate into racks so I guess I got the last laugh
Fake niggas talking till I show where the mac at
Put a bullet in his skull, make him wear it like a snap back
Smoking on this erb now I'm on another planet
I need a bad bitch, Mike Jack, no Janet
If I catch a nigga slippin' imma pop him like a Xanax
All these racks coming in, I guess I got expensive habits