text: Skrr-skrrt
  Swipe me , swipe me , swipe me 
  Swipe me , swipe me , swipe me 
  M-M-M-Murda
  Lo-fi, lo-fi, low tides 
  High five, high five, high times
  Hot box in the sixth speed 
  Order birds, need a ten-piece 
  Hunnid racks in my skinnies 
  Blowin gas out the BP 
  Major League, not the Indies 
  When Im heatin up, never tempt me 
  Semi tucked, windows up , in the cut, rollin up 
  Light show, ice cold in that bowl
  You cant go, you cant go out, you cant go
  Cause they say we start a riot at our shows
  Hot box in the sixth speed 
  Order birds, need a ten-piece 
  Suicide 
  Suicide in the Lambo , come and die 
  Live your life , dont kill my vibe 
  See the money, I go get it, Im in stride 
  She like the ride , like the pegs on the Mongoose bike 
  Oh, Im bout to pull out the Benjis, uh 
  She go to takin off panties 
  Get on the private, Miami 
  Diamonds Amari, Im dancin 
  Rick Owens, I zip up my boots 
  This mornin, Im droppin a deuce 
  You aint the gang, you cant get recruited 
  You was at the top, but somehow you blew it 
  Im all in your mouth, baby, dont chew it 
  Remember the days, the bando we trap out the Buick 
  Go to the jeweler, I spend a 50, go make me some fluid
  Im smokin on gas, its smelling like sewage 
  Look at that ass, its bigger than Judys 
  I need cash , need it fast, hand itchin like a rash 
  I stay down, put the Nawfside on the map
  Hot box in the sixth speed 
  Order birds, need a ten-piece 
  Send em back, never sin me
  Order racks with the Henny