text: Somebody, please call me a janitor
  She came to me and said that, You cannot really, um, handle her 
  Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up 
  Sippin that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up
  Hit the trap like Max 
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max 
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy 
  Know Im finessin the pack, ayy
  Know Im gon make it right back, yeah
  Hundred K right in my bag, ayy
  I take a vacay and relax, yeah 
  Hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Ayy
  Hit that trap like Max, uh 
  Hit that trap like Max, yeah 
  Hit that trap like Max, ayy 
  Hit that trap like Max, yeah 
  Get that check like Max, uh 
  Rep the set like Max, yeah 
  Spend it, I make it right back 
  Im movin, finessin the pack 
  This shit right here right off the head 
  Its Mister All My Friends Are Dead 
  I let your bitch play with my dreads 
  Then she proceed to give me head 
  You know my windows, yeah, they tinted 
  So you cannot see, um, whats in it 
  But I pull up in a new Bentley 
  So you wanna see, um, whats in it 
  Interior, that shit all red 
  You spill the Tech, wont see the red 
  I got a TEC, one in the head 
  Got so much ice, I need a sled 
  My chopper, the stock, it attach 
  I pulled up the Audi, matte black, yeah 
  You know that Im sharp as a tack, yeah 
  All of my niggas, they SLATT, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  You know that Im gettin them racks
  Im movin, finessin the pack 
  Hundred K right in my bag 
  I take a vacay and relax 
  Hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Ayy
  Thought you really had my back, uh
  You aint really have my back, ayy 
  I aint really with no stress 
  Cut all strings attached, ayy
  And I know Dolly got my back, yeah
  And I know Dora got my back, uh
  And I know Thug got my back, yeah
  Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah
  Man, Im in way back, yeah 
  When I had to shoot Big Racks, yeah
  When I had two, three racks, yeah
  No, I had ten, twelve racks, ayy 
  Now I got three million stacked 
  Pull off on a jet, yeah 
  We want more, not less, yeah 
  Sliming up a mess, yeah 
  Somebody, please call me a janitor 
  She came to me and said that, You cannot really, um, handle her
  Swag disease, look at my jeans and the Gucci gold buckle up 
  Sippin that Tuss got me tussled up, I had to tussle the muscle up
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  Hit the trap like Max, yeah
  Hit the trap like Max, ayy
  You know that Im gettin them racks
  Im movin, finessin the pack 
  Hundred K right in my bag 
  I take a vacay and relax 
  Hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Whoa, hey, Dolly, yeah 
  Slime, I know Dolly got my back, uh
  And I know Dora got my back, uh
  And I know Thug got my back, yeah
  Bitch, we up, no rest, yeah
  And I know Dolly got my back, uh
  And I know Dora got my back, yeah
  And I know Thug got my back, yeah
  Bitch, we up, no rest