[Verse 1: Bloodpetal]
I feel like Lucille because I'm ballin'
I'm on my phone, they always callin'
We in the mall, we goin' shoppin'
All these lames, yeah, they be oppin'
I got that XD. 45, and it get to roarin'
He a folder, we put him in the storage
Do the dash, hit the gas, yeah, floor it
We be ridin' 'round, in that fuckin' foreign
I feel like Misa off the pack
Keep them sticks, we never lack
I'ma go count up the racks
I'ma go get me a bag
With my bros, we poppin' tags
I'm so high that I might spaz
He don't see me, I got stealth
I'm just countin' up my wealth
Talkin' down, boy you need help
I'm with my bros, yeah, we pretend
Too many racks that we spend
Off them pills, I lost my sense, yeah
[Verse 2: Unh01y]
Hello Kitty backpack, I got mad swag
All I rock is trash trash, I be in my bag
Don’t need any cash cash, don’t need any tags
Flexin' on your riches, rocking all these rags
And bitch I got it in the bag
Gotta say, you ain't got it like that
Dolce with Gabanna on the back
No Jose, I could never rock that