Got my pants fallin', these racks and my britches, huh Got my pants fallin', these racks and my britches, yeah Got my pants fallin', these racks and my britches, yeah They got my pants fallin', huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh I'm four pockets full, but I'm not livin' *** that bitch, I'm J.H.P. She thought I was gon' sell her, I pull four Giotto's On the wheels of my new Mercedes I pull up to y'all, my ice pick for a Henny can I beat the trap, fight like an animal I beat the pack, act like an animal I beat a bad guy like an animal, yeah, yeah I just switched the color of my hair Blind ***, I got this blind bitch Tryna suck me, she go blind, yeah She goin' down, yeah This bitch gon' literally blind, yeah We havin' fun, yeah I'm bout' to pass her to my bro, yeah I unfold that kill ticket and it'll fold ya I'm dressin' all black, yeah, just like Folgers I'm a real rockstar, these n****s be posers I crack silver while I can pour the A.M. soda And it's over Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over Yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over, yeah, it's over And I'ma count ya And I'ma count ya