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
I just burned my fender
Gucci on my slippers
Raised down the window
Nigga, why you slipping?
Choppa have you flipping
Then you know Im dipping
Too much money with me
All my verses is 
 slow me up
I got nerve, Im sipping
 charges, so i got my la clippers
Doing 110 in a 55, got the cop behind me they slipping
Hundred bands in my shoe box
Imma young trapper
Come to Front Street if you want to see my trap spot
I remember when I was just a fucking happener
Now I got a fat knot
Now Im shooting it at you
Flexing like Im king
Bitches on my damn kizzock
Shes sipping ciroc while Im pouring sizzurp
See this rolly on my wrist
It dont do no tick-tock
Twist is how I been when I pull up
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