(Wheezy out of here)
Shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (Go)
Rich nigga (Facts), but, ho, with these racks, I’m petty (Extensions)
I still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin’ on top of the Chevy (Chevy)
Need a big freak that’ll chew me off the bone, somethin’ like American Deli (Uh, uh)
Lay the seat back, we can fuck in the car right now, no panties, she ready (Hot and ready, lil’ seasons)
Viking, smoking this blunt to the fire (Uh)
Viking, Wock’, I want every drop (Hey)
Psychic, been saw myself at the top (Uh)
Right here whether you like it or not
My shooter a star, he gon’ rock out for my band
Passin’ like gas, all my guys got a hot hand
You can’t go back to your hood, nigga, I can
Trap out the mansion, we turn into Vik’ land
Pull up the whip (Skrr), hop out fresh as fuck, smellin’ like Baccarat (Hey)
Mixed with ‘za (Word), hit the gambling spot, lil’ cuh just seen an opp (Oh?)
Trailed a cop, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop
Cut him off, got caught lackin’ in traffic, jump out, fah, fah, fah
Shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage
Shoot, put a white Patek on a Black bitch, true facts
Real Viking, fuck her, then go eat her kid’s fruit snacks (Haha)
Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back
Cleanin’ house, sweep the floor, walked out the door with them racks (Ayy)
I’m smokin’ out the pound, bitch
Rest in peace my uncle, first nigga I saw snort off a mountain
Used to grind for grandma, whole ‘bow to cop an outfit
I don’t go out for nothin’ ‘less I get paid, I’m in the house lit
Money go Chanel hat (Drip)
This bitch cost four racks, nigga, don’t play with me (Trim)
Big speaker, the one they wanna be and who they hate to see (Him)
I’m the type of nigga, take his bitch and make him babysit (Boy)
When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get space-ship vibes (Go)
Three-point-five, fuck, I feel like I can fly
Somethin’ must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine
When she asked me, what’s my zodiac? I told her, “Dollar sign” (Oh)
I don’t trust nobody more than my fire
Wish a nigga would try me
I’ma up it and
Shoot, that’s a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate
I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that’s a throwaway, caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (Go)
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot