| [Hook:] | |
| Don't make me go and get the Wraith | |
| I'm tryna dodge another case | |
| Order Ace of Spades by the case | |
| Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face | |
| I keep a pack of wolves by the safe | |
| I rob the bank, I'm goin' on a chase | |
| I hear the styrofoam, I'm goin' crazy | |
| I got my chains on, it's like lasers | |
| And you gon' make me go and get the carbon | |
| And I was packin' back when I was starvin' | |
| And I ain't lookin' back with these fortunes | |
| I'm pickin' up hella endorsements | |
| My chain is yellow on yellow | |
| My bitch, she's yellow on yellow | |
| In the kitchen remixin' this yellow | |
| They ran out of red, I'm drinkin' on yellow | |
| Tell 'em you came with the fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with some fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with some fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with the fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with the fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with some fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with the fetti | |
| Tell 'em you came with some fetti | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Fetti, fetti, fetti, fetti | |
| Reincarnated Makiaveli | |
| Audemars Piguet a presi | |
| Presidential with a bezzy | |
| And I'm sharper than a machete | |
| I done made it, now I'm greedy | |
| Takin' the codeine, it's red | |
| I shake it up in a tahiti | |
| 200 somethin' sittin' on the dash | |
| The Bentley Spur makin' 'em crash | |
| Sippin' codeine, rollin' grass | |
| I don't agree what you're doin' | |
| I don't agree who you're screwin' | |
| I fucked around, opened a traphouse in Europe | |
| I fucked around, throwed away all of my [?] | |
| They ran out of singles, I'm throwin' up hundreds | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Tell me you came with the work | |
| And I might flip me some checks | |
| And I might [?] some racks | |
| I had to flip me some racks | |
| You can treasure and honor this | |
| I'm the one breakin' my promises | |
| I started losin' my conscience | |
| We creepin' like Jeepers Creepers | |
| That codeine is creepin', sleepin' | |
| That codeine done got us so sleepy | |
| I'm plannin' on savin' my soul | |
| Ain't goin' 'round savin' no hoes | |
| I burn up a zip, that's an O | |
| You can smell all this weed on my clothes | |
| [Hook] |