[Chorus: G.T.]
The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts
We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs
What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months
Big trucks on express [?] n***a, big bucks

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Big ice on [?]
Hopping off the jet, and I got lean in my coffee cup
[?] at the backdoor, early for that wake up
I'm in this bitch with Vezzo and my n***a Bankroll Freddie
I'm gone off a perc, so I put it in her belly
I [?] bag [?] for these racks, 'cause they heavy
I was grinding, they was sleeping, I done took off, they wasn't ready
Walk into Louie, I need two pare, I feel like Nelly
Send my killer to the club, and make a movie like it's Belly
Bitch got on Chanel, my bitch got on [?]
And we both got on a Presi, man, you lil n***as petty

[Chorus: G.T.]
The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts
We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs
What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months
Big trucks on express [?] n***a, big bucks

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
[?] 36's [?] no [?]
See that n***a stressin off the weed, he done blew his cheese
This [?] charm around my neck, it feel like two degrese
I'ma do the dash in that new Rari, I can't do the speed
Got Joe Bidan on my arm, call it 46
Real sipper, I ain't got [?] gon' pour [?]
Put my n***as in the game, me, I just throw assists
When it come to stacking up them mills, you n***as 0 and 6
Took 400 to the dealer for that color
Stuffing 26's on that bitch [?]
I got a town cream soda, pour the mud in it
Put a switch on the FFN, sound like it's studdering
[Chorus: G.T.]
The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts
We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs
What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months
Big trucks on express [?] n***a, big bucks


[Verse 3: Trae tha Truth]
Won't be no ice around my wrist, unless it's flooded in it
No, I don't smoke and I don't drink, but bitch, I'm thuggin it
I got a shorty nicknamed Red, she got that [?]
Think she [?] with that bag, the way she got it on her
That probably went over your head, n***as sleep like they roll off meds
Either way, I'ma get to the bread
Brand new drop [?] head
All in black, know we [?] call it back
No falling back, I'm a real G, but I'm stepping on them, call me Shaq
I'm [?] cost me 2 [?]
I pull them out, they go [?] talking two pills
[?] back to back, we get to spinning, call that two drills
Came out the bottom to the top, I'm talking two hills

[Chorus: G.T.]
The trunk in the front, pouring lean and I'm rolling blunts
We rocking Plane Janes, and we got on Buffs
What I made tonight, [?] took your ass 6 months
Big trucks on express [?] n***a, big bucks