I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door Everywhere I fuckin' go I drop forty racks a show I could go flex on your hoe I be drippin' head to toe I be, I be drippin' head to toe Ooh, Big Head on the beat Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang Spend ten racks on a new chain My bitch love do cocaine, ooh I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring Rather go and buy Balmains

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

Chyah, chyah I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah) Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump) Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah) Too much racks in my pocket that

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

I'm gonna dance on broken glass Ey, on broken glass And I'm gonna make that ceiling crash (uh) That ceiling crash So what? Still got knives in my back So what? So I'm tied to the tracks And here I go, here I go (Ooh, ooh, ooh) yeah here I go, here I go

On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,

(And I'm never coming back) I'm running across the tracks, Oh, I'm running across the tracks, Pulling the blindfolds back All we did in life We're gonna escape this trap Gotta get a life (I fall behind, I fall behind) And every leg that I have to break

Who gon' ride wit' me? And gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is

Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy I'm poppin' ain't I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I (bling-blaow-blaow-blaow) I fucked his