[Intro]
Smoke this weed and burn your bridge
Wouldn't be the first time
Reekz
[?], [?]

[Hook]
I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
My youngin got this trunk with a muffle
Might turn into a hit
Countless nights in the tea house
So dark, can't see out
Front seats, shotting lean out
Turn drits to a lean house
Building bricks in the tea house

I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
Countless nights in the tea house
So dark, can't see out
This might turn into a lick
This might turn into a lick

[Verse]
Long nights in the tea house
In my white tee, tryna get this beat out (grindin')
Ten toes 'til my feet's out
Rubber bands, cash money's what we 'bout (bands)
And they 'ready know we wild
White gal get whipped then beat down (whipped, whipped)
And they 'ready know we wild
White gal get whipped then beat down (smashed)

And I been through the works, you can ask Cali
'Bout the black gloves and the black bally
We on a main road and still in a mad scatty
Slap it, slap it, get through the back alley
With the old school swammy but it's new to me
I'm on the blocks where them OGs used to be
And I don't trust you as far as I can throw you
Just stand up on a roof on me

Losing off my heat in a heartbeat
I'm in the streets where the booths gone past peak
He should get it in his head if you ask me (trust)
Right between his [?] parting (trust)
Switch it up and back on a next ting
Hard dough bread, put it in a bread bin (stacks)
Still I hustle and grind every coco
Until I get my capital like Kojo

Lights flash, Imma dip from the popo (feds)
'Cah the brown in my coat ain't cocoa (Banton)
I chase figures, I don't chase women
Money's why I [?] a lot of cake in it
Them boy talk a good game but they're lying (trust)
They been selling hood dreams and I don't buy it
[?] is my brother, [?] is another
If you talking bread, we coming with the butter (blocka)

[Hook]
I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
My youngin got this trunk with a muffle
Might turn into a hit
Countless nights in the tea house
So dark, can't see out
Front seats, shotting lean out
Turn drits to a lean house
Building bricks in the tea house

I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
I want a hundred racks and some duffels
This might turn into a lick
Countless nights in the tea house
So dark, can't see out
This might turn into a lick
This might turn into a lick