Racks on me
Bands on me
Bad lil' bitch wanna f*ck me and my brody
All that pillow talkin' shit, no I don't condone it
Why the f*ck these niggas frontin', boy, like, where your dough at?
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this chicken like I work at Churches
Bougie lil' bitch wanna f*ck with me, she nervous
I'm not really tryna brag, but I got a lot to say
Most these niggas just be chattin', but can't say it to my face
No, they can't say it to my face
All that shit they say is cap
All they wanna do is hate on me and come and gimme dap
All that fake-ass shit, I'm tired of that shit, that shit is wack
Yeah, that boy, he said he gettin' dough, but I know that is cap
All black tech for when I trap
She just want me cause my racks
Got Amiris but she love when I got glitter on the pants
And they be swearin' that they know me, but they really, really don't
All these different type of bitches, but I know these bitches hoes
I can't even f*ck with that, man, I don't know what to say
How I used to wear them khakis, now it's two bands for some J's
Now I'm chillin' ina stu, racked up smokin' on some boof
Brody totin' on the chopper and he sendin' more than two
Big dog, lil' bitch, and your nigga is a puppy
Like a big shark in the water and ya boy a guppy
Pockets fat, got all these racks, they got my miris lookin' chubby
All these niggas tryna hate me cause they hoes, they wanna love me
All these niggas wanna hate me cause they bitches really want me
If a nigga want some beef with me, might turn him to a zombie
I'm smokin' dope, I'm wearin' Gucci, bad lil' bitch
No Abercrombie
I got one baddie up in the trap and two hoes in the lobby
Fast ass car and you hear that shit go vroom, vroom F*ck my teachers, f*ck the dean, they kick me out the classroom
Why he tryna talk to me like lil' nigga who asked you?
And, it's a marathon no race, but I just know I passed you
J's on me, no track shoes, big ass gun gon' clap you
Lil' muslim bitch on me and I think her name Fatou
He said he gettin' all this money why your racks not fat too?
And that boy talkin' to the jakes so I know he's a rat too
And no, I can't f*ck with no rats no, I can't f*ck with no jakes
Know I'll slide up on a nigga, I ain't talkin', bout no skating
If a nigga want some beef with me, this gun, no, I'm not playin
And I'm holding bout like 40 and it stay up on my waist
Bad lil' bitch, she think she bougie, but she still gon' give me face
Two doors, go the other way suicide door when I'm up in the Wraith
Always up early, no, I can't be late I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this cake
I'm takin' them flights, like I'm tryna skip states
Bad lil' bitch wanna go out for steak
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Racks on me
Bands on me
Bad lil' bitch wanna f*ck me and my brody
All that pillow talkin' shit, no I don't condone it
Why the f*ck these niggas frontin', boy, like, where your dough at?
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this chicken like I work at Churches
Bougie lil' bitch wanna f*ck with me, she nervous
I'm not really tryna brag, but I got a lot to say
Most these niggas just be chattin', but can't say it to my face
No, they can't say it to my face
All that shit they say is cap
All they wanna do is hate on me and come and gimme dap
All that fake-ass shit, I'm tired of that shit, that shit is wack
Yeah, that boy, he said he gettin' dough, but I know that is cap
All black tech for when I trap
She just want me cause my racks
Got Amiris but she love when I got glitter on the pants
And they be swearin' that they know me, but they really, really don't
All these different type of bitches, but I know these bitches hoes
I can't even f*ck with that, man, I don't know what to say
How I used to wear them khakis, now it's two bands for some J's
Now I'm chillin' ina stu, racked up smokin' on some boof
Brody totin' on the chopper and he sendin' more than two
Big dog, lil' bitch, and your nigga is a puppy
Like a big shark in the water and ya boy a guppy
Pockets fat, got all these racks, they got my miris lookin' chubby
All these niggas tryna hate me cause they hoes, they wanna love me
All these niggas wanna hate me cause they bitches really want me
If a nigga want some beef with me, might turn him to a zombie
I'm smokin' dope, I'm wearin' Gucci, bad lil' bitch
No Abercrombie
I got one baddie up in the trap and two hoes in the lobby
Fast ass car and you hear that shit go vroom, vroom F*ck my teachers, f*ck the dean, they kick me out the classroom
Why he tryna talk to me like lil' nigga who asked you?
And, it's a marathon no race, but I just know I passed you
J's on me, no track shoes, big ass gun gon' clap you
Lil' muslim bitch on me and I think her name Fatou
He said he gettin' all this money why your racks not fat too?
And that boy talkin' to the jakes so I know he's a rat too
And no, I can't f*ck with no rats no, I can't f*ck with no jakes
Know I'll slide up on a nigga, I ain't talkin', bout no skating
If a nigga want some beef with me, this gun, no, I'm not playin
And I'm holding bout like 40 and it stay up on my waist
Bad lil' bitch, she think she bougie, but she still gon' give me face
Two doors, go the other way suicide door when I'm up in the Wraith
Always up early, no, I can't be late I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this cake
I'm takin' them flights, like I'm tryna skip states
Bad lil' bitch wanna go out for steak
Bands on me
Bad lil' bitch wanna f*ck me and my brody
All that pillow talkin' shit, no I don't condone it
Why the f*ck these niggas frontin', boy, like, where your dough at?
Yeah, I'm gettin' all this chicken like I work at Churches
Bougie lil' bitch wanna f*ck with me, she nervous
I'm not really tryna brag, but I got a lot to say
Most these niggas just be chattin', but can't say it to my face
No, they can't say it to my face
All that shit they say is cap
All they wanna do is hate on me and come and gimme dap
All that fake-ass shit, I'm tired of that shit, that shit is wack
Yeah, that boy, he said he gettin' dough, but I know that is cap
All black tech for when I trap
She just want me cause my racks
Got Amiris but she love when I got glitter on the pants
And they be swearin' that they know me, but they really, really don't
All these different type of bitches, but I know these bitches hoes
I can't even f*ck with that, man, I don't know what to say
How I used to wear them khakis, now it's two bands for some J's
Now I'm chillin' ina stu, racked up smokin' on some boof
Brody totin' on the chopper and he sendin' more than two
Big dog, lil' bitch, and your nigga is a puppy
Like a big shark in the water and ya boy a guppy
Pockets fat, got all these racks, they got my miris lookin' chubby
All these niggas tryna hate me cause they hoes, they wanna love me
All these niggas wanna hate me cause they bitches really want me
If a nigga want some beef with me, might turn him to a zombie
I'm smokin' dope, I'm wearin' Gucci, bad lil' bitch
No Abercrombie
I got one baddie up in the trap and two hoes in the lobby
Fast ass car and you hear that shit go vroom, vroom F*ck my teachers, f*ck the dean, they kick me out the classroom
Why he tryna talk to me like lil' nigga who asked you?
And, it's a marathon no race, but I just know I passed you
J's on me, no track shoes, big ass gun gon' clap you
Lil' muslim bitch on me and I think her name Fatou
He said he gettin' all this money why your racks not fat too?
And that boy talkin' to the jakes so I know he's a rat too
And no, I can't f*ck with no rats no, I can't f*ck with no jakes
Know I'll slide up on a nigga, I ain't talkin', bout no skating
If a nigga want some beef with me, this gun, no, I'm not playin
And I'm holding bout like 40 and it stay up on my waist
Bad lil' bitch, she think she bougie, but she still gon' give me face
Two doors, go the other way suicide door when I'm up in the Wraith
Always up early, no, I can't be late I'm gettin' this money, I'm gettin' this cake
I'm takin' them flights, like I'm tryna skip states
Bad lil' bitch wanna go out for steak
Writer: Malik Blackstock
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