On The Clock

On a money run catch me if you can

All these flavors in my trap house I'm the gingerbread man

If them bowls come in at six o clock them bitches gone by ten

I can fill up every order nigga what you tryna spend

Just made 10k in a hour

I feel like I'm Curtis Jackson I got all the power

We smoke flavors all these lame ass niggas still be smoke sour

I Told my dawg to just be patient baby boy the world is ours

We the Fried Guyz I was in the trap house on the addy with the wide eyes

I done lost it all and got it back like maybe nine times

I was on the E-Way with ten bags, no license