Jmt/ Jack money Taliban u wit me u gon eat/track Jack homicides/we burnt out the gen 3’s/and trade for gen 5’s/throwing away the og/play wit numbers ona za/ Hanging all outta a cullinan with heckler and kosh/metric ton date wit my Migo about a route /CPN my airbnb to count my money out/I’m like a kid wit a bbgun when I blow em dwn/only black nigga ona tracks with locks dats honey brown/and on BLACK if Dey dnt drop da loc we still gone hunt cha dwn/it’s a waiting game/I trade the crypto for ya throat/I walked str8 thru club ocean with a switchy in my coat/cause I ain’t tucking shit it’s fifty pointers ona choker/blues in my hand/boots/double c’s on em/wit Celine on my head I throw a hunned Ona dunky/buy u off the gram I toss a patik in wit a bonus /damn near dropped ah hunned bales on chapelle like fuck it I dnt want it/