[HOOK] Hit ya tool ha Hit ya tool if you wanna act up Boy ya just a fool I'm tryna run my racks up k**ers coming soon tryna run that sack up k**ers coming soon tryna run that sack up Whipping up the rock serve it to the block We got plenty shots, 40's with the Glocks n***as fed of lies, mundo an*lyze Turning up the song, b**hes fantalize [VERSE 1] I be in the trap, smoking, pouring act n***as wanna act, plug'em like a jack I just keep it calm, love a money bond Rocking louis vuitton, might just stuff a nine Might just f** ya main, pa** her down the chain Pa** her down the train, show her money train She f** for the fame, but ain't no engaging Take off with the fame, like I'm riding, racing b**hes love the fame, hoes be sack chasing You ain't talking bout no hunnids, ain't no conversation Beefing bout some b**hes, n***a f** your altercation Better watch yo tone, blow'em like a cone Have my k**ers on ya, tryna run into ya home (whoo!!!) police a** n***as talking on the phone (aye!!!) smoking dope, b**h I'm high up in my zone …n***as wanna be me like some clones Chase that bag and catch it, if ya broke ya better fetch it Scrape that pot and stretch it, all my brothers love them extras Only with my brothers, i can't trust no extras Standing on that block, stacking like its tetris [HOOK] Hit ya tool if you wanna act up Boy ya just a fool I'm tryna run my racks up k**ers coming soon tryna run that sack up k**ers coming soon tryna run that sack up Whipping up the rock serve it to the block We got plenty shots, 40's with the Glocks n***as fed of lies, mundo an*lyze Turning up the song, b**hes fantalize