you mad nigga your adrenaline rush it feel like a bus but I'm whipping a wraith got my head yo the ceiling want me in my feelings only got me feeling a way i ain't saying I'm addicted adderall prescripted fuck it cause i don't feel the pain let a nigga touch my chain fuck it nigga kill him fuck it they can take me away but i got my dawgs in this bitch i know they gon shoot shit up and my little brother turned to a drummer walked him outside now he got the llama i took the Maybach where the geng at tell my geng ball 100 summer all my niggas know run up them numbers fuck it, run up them numbers yeah run up them numbers ok see you don't want no thunder the old Tracy mcgrady the one ok see you don't want no thunder yeah Christian the sweater ok Christian dior the sweater the double r came with the umbrella when I put the hoodie on it get realer put 100 thousand in my prada jeans got some little homies got some protégé's and i spent 500 on a prada tees made it out the project poppin overseas shorty gave me soppy toppy, on the seat I'm in some cars you can't cop the fleet gotta be an antisocial gangsta cause the feds watching my tweets you mad nigga your adrenaline rush it feel like a bus but I'm whipping a wraith got my head yo the ceiling want me in my feelings only got me feeling a way i ain't saying I'm addicted adderall prescripted fuck it cause i don't feel the pain let a nigga touch my chain fuck it nigga kill him fuck it they can take me away fuck it run up them numbers 2tm piped up like a plumber and sold all the bundles, i paid out a debt to your honor and went got some commas and commas and commas racks you let it get to your head yeah i remember when you wasn't running i heard you got snatched by the feds yeah said you're willin to tell whe whatever