3,4,5 pills, yeah I got it on me Racks evergreen I be counting that money Flash it in yo face, don't you try to take it from me Load up that chop right now got you running I was just a lost boy in search of that money Everywhere I keep a Glock you can't find me Chops at the spot where you know it'll be muddy (Where you know it'll be muddy) I'm a lost boy, you know I'm a hot boy, and I'm a fat boy, but I ain't no rat boy Trap in the morning, we trap at the spot It's hotter than peppers, get rid of the cops I trap with my boys, they got dope at the spot They smoking real good, they smoking a lot I'll send you to heaven if my homies get shot Pray for you life, it should mean more than a lot