Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
You know I got the hammer even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don't want him around us
Smoking on this dope pack, how much you give a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't f*ck witchu', we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back, let down the window then upped the MAC
Like fah-fah-fah tell'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga I ain't trusting that
These bitches nigga I ain't loving that
I'ma hit once and I'm appointing that
Man f*ck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put 'em inna cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell off this onion pack
And I'm riding 'round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
She want me to f*ck her, I'm so low off stamina
She's a f*ckin' freak too, she put up some cameras
She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit I'm living spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
I'ma f*ckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her
I'm still gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
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Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
You know I got the hammer even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don't want him around us
Smoking on this dope pack, how much you give a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't f*ck witchu', we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back, let down the window then upped the MAC
Like fah-fah-fah tell'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga I ain't trusting that
These bitches nigga I ain't loving that
I'ma hit once and I'm appointing that
Man f*ck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put 'em inna cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell off this onion pack
And I'm riding 'round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
She want me to f*ck her, I'm so low off stamina
She's a f*ckin' freak too, she put up some cameras
She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit I'm living spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
I'ma f*ckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her
I'm still gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
You know I got the hammer even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don't want him around us
Smoking on this dope pack, how much you give a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't f*ck witchu', we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back, let down the window then upped the MAC
Like fah-fah-fah tell'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga I ain't trusting that
These bitches nigga I ain't loving that
I'ma hit once and I'm appointing that
Man f*ck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put 'em inna cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell off this onion pack
And I'm riding 'round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
She want me to f*ck her, I'm so low off stamina
She's a f*ckin' freak too, she put up some cameras
She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit I'm living spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
I'ma f*ckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her
I'm still gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this f*ckin' MAC squeeze (beep beep)
Don't make me, make these racks sneeze
You little two niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks and less speed
Writer: Keith Cozart, Dwayne Richardson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.