Talkin' to God but yet the devil in the red
Drink so hard, it's kinda hard to steer the wheel
Bitch chill, I know they're behind me
I hang my wrist out the window, shit, it just might blind 'em
I'm goin' ninety, but we be goin' to sixty
I threw the bitch in sports mode to get me out in a jiffy
So specific, they like Drakeo a menace
The head bobber, shit the Stinc Team has entered the building
Too poured, they say I'm out of control
This pointer cost thirty and it ain't even gold
Don't talk bold, 'cause you know billy be trippin'
And did I mention Maison Jeter just entered the building?
I mean, I'm gangster, but you should already notice
Nickname me the deep freezer 'cause my outfit the coldest
Don't try to clone it, shit I wouldn't condone it
We hit the strip thirty thick and start tossin' up boulders