[Verse 1] Pockets stuffed, they hold big racks Look at my wrist, yeah, it froze, my wrist, it froze I look at the bros, we gettin' the dough, we gettin' the dough And I told that girl, "No, I don't wanna hear you talk" She said, "Please don't go," no, I don't wanna hear you talk [Verse 2] Backwoods stuffin', stuffin' it Get a new Glock and I'm bustin' it Tryna steal my flow, why you runnin' with it? Yeah, you ain't gon' shoot nothin', who you gunnin' with? She like, "Killer, I love your melodies" You ain't catchin' me without the felonies No new friends, only family I got bad bitches in my bed, they all friends with me [Chorus] Yeah, they all friends with me I got bad bitches in my bed, they all friends with me [Verse 3] They all friends with me, yeah I got bad bitches in my bed, they all friends with me We still servin' that molly, the percs How much you want? Tell me what it's worth In the field with my doggies, we makin' it work Yeah, they made it out the mud, came straight from the dirt All of this, I had to learn [Verse 4] Gettin' the racks and I'm blowin' it How you hatin' on me and you ain't got shit? You ain't doin' shit They wanna ride the wave, but you can't even swim If you tryna ride the wave, better learn how to swim Gettin' the racks and I'm blowin' it How you hatin' on me and you ain't got shit? You ain't doin' shit They wanna ride the wave, but you can't even swim If you tryna ride the wave, better learn how to swim [Verse 5] Pockets stuffed, they hold big racks Look at my wrist, yeah, it froze, my wrist, it froze I look at the bros, we gettin' the dough, we gettin' the dough And I told that girl, "No, I
