Yeah, woke up sipping Wock′, yeah

He sipping on fake drop, yeah

This shit around the clockI'm too high, I can′t stop it

I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit

Boy, this an SRT, this ain't no Masi′

Uh, hold on, my bitch bad as hell, his hoe got mileage

All these racks on me, ain′t go to college

Yeah, that nigga want him a feat', told him send the deposit

Damn, choppa right under my feet, it get to wilding

Ha, I do shit he can′t, yeah

He not in my rank, I'm that nigga and he ain′t

Made like ten racks off some drank

I keep cash, like fuck the bank

Told that nigga, just stay in his lane

Riding with sticks inside the Range

Yeah, woke up sipping Wock', yeah

He sipping on fake drop, yeah

This shit around the clock

I am too high, I can′t stop it

I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit

Boy, this an SRT, this ain't no Masi′

I spent racks in YSL, this shit a hobby

His bitch geeked as hell, yeah, she off X and Oxy′

Yeah, uh, I been geeked as fuck and stay right in the party

I'on′t even give a fuck, I put my bitch on Roxi'

Yeah, racks inside the Sprinter, we run it up

Uh, that′s his hoe, that bitch, she came to fuck

I been on these niggas' necks, I can′t let up

In that all red Trackhawk, yeah, you know that's us

(Yeah, you know that's us)