(Nikko, let me get a hit)
(Darkside, Darkside, Darkside)
(Keyz on the beat)

Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a fuck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it

Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died

Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson

Diamonds dance, I don't need a filter
Flawless baguettes, the real ones
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I came home and got some cheese
I ain't takin' no pictures
Soon as she get up off her knees
She go cap to her niggas
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer
I take banana clips with us
'Cause when we go it get realer

Ayy
Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a fuck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week, ayy
Spin out that Bentley truck, foreign the chopper
Her nigga couldn't handle her, made her my problem
All-white but the red be right at the bottom
Is it Wock'? All a sudden they sendin' a drop
I spent twelve on the outfit, no, I ain't Tekashi
Pull up new school but I didn't go to college
I got love for Lil Hottie I gave him my pockets
It was laced when I went in, I came home and tied it

Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
I keep that hammer around me
My last name should've been Nelson
Couldn't leave my right arm naked
My right wrist look like my left one

Trackhawk Jeep, I been tearin' up the street in a brand-new SRT
Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of lean
And a whole bunch of Mollies on me, ayy
Go to the mall and I spend it, I hardly be givin' the label receipts, ayy
I give a fuck 'bout no taxes, I ran up a 100K less than a week

Shawty wanna go see the river, I cried it
I know I get in my feelings sometimes
I'ma take care my family and eat with the guys
Want my opps to see this, man, I hate that he died

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Aaron Nelson, Justin Mitchell, Kobe Crawford, Nicholas Bosco