Yo, your mothers a ho bag
Sachi
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Got some new Versace, it cost me a Sajak
Thats a fortune, Illuminati rolls
Illuminate, illuminary diamonds on my blueberries
My stoned epiphanies worth more than stones at Tiffanys
You insta hoes mean shit to me
Shake my head in disbelief
A ho is a ho, it just go like that
These racks is easy when I flow like that
I got the loud blowing Os back to back
And if you aint me, youre wack
Young Sachi, colder than a Maybach
Colder than a Maybach
Look up out my window, I see a pretender
He is a beginner
He shiver when its winter
My blunt just burned my finger
Gucci on my slippers
Raised down the window
Nigga why you slipping
Trapper how you flipping
Then you know Im dippin things
Doing money, whippin
Hey Andy slow me up
I got nerve, Im sipping
 so i got my la clippers
Doing 110 in a 55, got the cop behind me they slippin
Hundred bands in my shoe box, Im a young trapper
Come to Front Street if you want to see my trap spot
I remember when I was just a fucking have not
Now I got a fat knot, now Im shooting it at you
Flexing like Im Ken Shamrock, bitches on my damn cizock
Shes sipping syrup while Im pouring sizzurp
See this rollie on my wrist, it dont do no tick-tock
 is how I been when I 
Got this nine on my waist, its gon push you back
When I pull it out, I dont do a push up or a pull up