Havoc Rich Amiri & Slump6s

[Intro: Rich Amiri]
Yeah
Yeah
Look, ayy

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Fashion, she love my fashion, don't need a caption
Got ratchets, they automatic, they causin' havoc
I'm stackin', I'm countin' cabbage, I had to cash in
You lackin', we pistol packin', we just might splat him
She ride on my dick, no, I ain't talkin' 'bout rodeo, yeah
Plug hit my phone, I send that pack right through the mail, ayy
Tryna kill Amiri, I can't die, so you gon' fail
Got pulled over in a stolo, so you know I had to bail

[Verse 1: Rich Amiri]
He got caught up with that yola, free lil' Stevo out the cell
Finna show the world the real me, get up out my shell
Bitch, I'm rollin' off a fat flat, you couldn't even tell
Hit that boy right with a blatt-blatt, send that boy to hell
I'm in Cali, I just bought a Motorola for my yola
Up in the telly, and this ho, she think she know us, she don't know us
Check my balance, I could takе a fuckin' foreign to Bora Bora
I rock ALYX and that boy, he rock Supremе, I don't endorse it
Know they taxin' for this new lil' Tom Ford, you can't afford it
Automatic in the V, we push a button, then we floor it
I was smashin' on this slut, I told that ho, "You can't record it"
I ain't cappin' on the plug, I made the trap jump like Jordan