[Verse 1: LEX PAIN]
Ice cream color Bentley coupe, got the strap in there
Up the beam I make a scene, they like, “Yo, what happened here?”
They be talkin', we be money walking, got the bag in here
They be talkin', we be money walking, got the bag in here
Used to be lil' broke, so I had to jugg the cashier
Heard that he was flashin', hold up, wait, boy comе back here
Put that bitch up in a void beforе we get to packin' here
Bitch, I feel like Mike, leave yo' ass with a half an ear

[Verse 2: PACKGOD]
Yeah, I'm on that 20/20 vision, see them switchin'
Gotta keep it hidden from the competition
I'm just tryna' fit inside her fucking kitten
If she keep on bitching, put her in the kitchen
Hold up I'm just kidding, you ain't gotta hold me
All this green up on me just like guacamole
Choppa hit an infidel and made him wholly
Lazer sight up on it like it's fucking Broly
You don't fucking know me, you a little rodent
You just bought a heater, but you'll never load it
And my wallet too thick, I can't fucking fold it
Got a bad lil' bitch who got pack devotion
Finna fly her ass out from across the ocean
Got no time for eloping and fuck the Trojan
Like the peas in the fridge, gotta to keep it frozen
[Verse 3: Leg]
I spent ten on my wrist with like no emotion
I just hopped out the whip, yeah, they think I stole it
I just popped me a perky, yeah, keep it rollin'
Got a stick with a clip all my n***as totin'
Back to back on the court, got these n***as throwin'
I've been grinding so hard since my adolescence
Got my ice from Russia, got my sauce from Venice
Got a scrawny white plug and his name is Bennet
In each state got two shooters just like the Senate
And if you really want smoke, you can come and get it

[Verse 4: PACKGOD]
Legally I must inform you that you will regret it
Since my prepubescent had to keep a weapon
And y'all can't afford kicks, how the fuck you steppin'?
Had to ball like Stephen, OV 97
Two twin Glocks up on me just like Tyler Blevins
Gave him one day shipping to the local reverend
Yeah, this king got no time for no fucking peasants
Void cord on my back, I'll forever rep it
I'm on stake with Drizzy we just placed the bet
And keep the cannon on me like I'm Jango Fett
And never was a nerd unless its with the tech
And think he got the message, bitch, I'm omnipresent
I got two white shooters names is Smith and Wesson
All my money elastic I'm never stressing
Gotta make it happen, I ain't got no blessings, lil' bitch
[Verse 5: LEX PAIN]
Lex, back on that bitch
Cold wrist, put a bag on that bitch, uh yuh
Name out the list
Old Glock got a name out the list
Bitch, I'm the devil, I came out the mist
I got angels around me, they cuttin' my wrists
Paint me a body I cannot resist
I'm in disguise with blood on my lips
Any motherfucker with a problem with one of us, I'ma pull the fuckin' trigger 'til you up, yuh
And you know I gotta keep it tucked, yuh
Case somebody wanna get fucked, ayy
So wassup?
Ain't nobody tryna get cut, yuh
Pull out the pistol and stunt, he on a roll 'cause he in the blunt
Bitch boy, you cannot be hangin' with the clique boy
Pull up in a beamer like I just got me a hit, boy
Top of the notch, I'm a god with a Glock
When he fuck around, know that my choppa ain't got no recoil
I'm gon' spin yo' block like a B-boy
Outta my mind, might search and destroy
Living in hell, my body a shell
And my soul is there for a demon to enjoy