Smoke Chapo flow

I ran up my money my car full of hundreds, we gone catch them niggas and kill em I promise

I spend that shit on my wrist it ain't nothing (it ain't nothing)

I put a box on my gun ain't no running (ain't no running)

We watching his move we knowing he fronting

Anytime a day we load them K's and we coming

Rich nigga problems, i'm spilling codeine on hundreds

We in New Orleans with 13 choppas like Thomas

I'm in cali with two bad bitches, they foreign

This trap shit to me it aint never got boring

Plug got all type of drink might buy then im pouring

In a year or two, I can tell ya now they im touring

Come through in a demon my car really roaring