Verse 1: amphetamineabuser
Bitch you ain't bout it ayy
Water on my wrist i think im drownin
Look at my wrist, one hundred thousand
Sayin that your rich bitch i doubt it
Feel like im 21 savage i can't leave without it
Fuck on that bitch and shes howlin
Im with the gang and we prowlin
Stackin paper i need an accountant
My money as big as a mountain
My diamonds are wet like a fountain
Pull up on his block leave him slouchin
Pull up on his block blood is spoutin
You some clowns you clownin
Stacking paper im countin
You are without housin

Verse 2: peter spittin
Peter spittin, femur crusher you ain't bout this bitch
I keep some sticks and a Glock with a real long clip
If you touch my gang then you touched with the wrong clique
AY
We leave you as a stain on the pavement
Pull up to the bank like wheres my payment
I got lots of crack in the trap in the basement
Pull up to your place, slide off and leave it vacant
Ay