[Verse 3: AC]
We got
Lotta bitches, big bands, big mood
Make your girl break her neck every time we come through
Got me pourin' on probation, always time to raise the roof
And it's 1:51 so can you tell me what's the move?

I be, lapping, all these others racin'
They can't, keep up, with how fast my pace is
I run Chicago but right now Strasbourg's the place I stay in
Made so much off a feature now it's only cash I pay in

I talk my shit then pass it
We robbed a bank then stashed it
Your record? I surpassed it
This 'bout to be a smash hit
I killed the game in 2 days now they always say "he savage"
You think that that's your girl, but she disappeared like magic