[Intro]

(Mommy, India got them beats)

(I got Hitman on the beat)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

[Chorus]

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

[Verse 1]

Look here, felon walk in with that felony

Gang files, that's cold case

We gon' kill a bitch that been reppin’ shit

I say put the bitch up in rotation

Four stamps, that's four faces

Gas bag, that's border bases

Russian K, that's Canada property

We gon' make the drop where it go the safest

Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it

They be that bitch nigga that's hating

Distributing, call it penetrating

Take off your mind, clеar up what you thinking

Dirty money stashing, call it banking

Murder for position, call it ranking

Cold killer stеppers 'round me nameless

Dog kennel, NBA, ain't no taming

Sippin' drank, need it by the case

Bodies smoked by the block if it's hard

Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard

Behind this business, we be taking it far

Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards

Bad bitch hit the road with that boy

Got it out front row with that stick

Bang out toe to toe with that rod

Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit

Mugged up while the bezel glist

Doped up, need another fix

I don't know where the fuck his mind went

Big bank, get your head popped

Bitch, you know how that time spent

Riding 'round at that devil risk

All night tryna slime shit

[Chorus]

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

[Post-Chorus]

Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)

Bitch nigga steady tryna short stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm)

[Verse 2]

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

The one can take a two, that's what my cousin Meechy say

But we could pull about five, I'm talking five, that's just by either way

Five million for my album, that's an easy bank

70 thousand for that bezel, shit, what my nigga Jay beezy say?

Nigga, cop that

Two hundred for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that

Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette them hoes gon' jock that

Nigga, you a hot mess

Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talking no vest

Public housing, we where the smoke at, I gotta pour dat'

Talking millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in

Get that drank just for the relax, a nigga gotta pour a four in

One watch, that's three bands

Rob the jeweler, still calling

Crank the window, nothing but clouds in

Bullets burn, give you a raw tan

[Chorus]

Draco thirty hit me, it got a fifty named Top (Mm-mm)

Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (Mm-mm)

[Post-Chorus]

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (Mm-mm)

(Mommy, India got them beats)

(I got Hitman on the beat)

Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (Mm-mm)