We got London on da Track
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
And my lil brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took that Maybach where the Js at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers 
Run up them numbers
OKC, you dont want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady, the one
OKC, you dont want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies, got some prodigies
And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
Made it out the projects, poppin overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
I make some calls, you cant cop the fleet
Gotta be an antisocial gangster cause the feds watchin my tweets
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
And my lil brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took that Maybach where the Js at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers
Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped up like a plumber
And sold all the bundles 
I paid off the debt to your honor
And went got some commas and commas and commas 
You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner 
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin to tell em whatever 
I still be killin in projects, even though I been runnin them numbers up
They used to tell me Im not next, Im like look at me now, Im in front of them
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
And I dont know how Ima trust again, I swear
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in a Cayenne 
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
Have a pool party with the posse 
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas dont where the drop at 
They wont want us ridin in the drophead
And he mad that my bitch got a Masi
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin, it feel like a bus, but Im whippin the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin a way
I aint sayin Im addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it cause I dont feel the pain
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon shoot shit up
And my lil brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the Js at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers