France! Video (MV)

Yeah, they can't catch me lacking
Racks on me, racks on all my bitches, bitch, we packin'
I been overseas with these Vs, yeah, you know I'm baggin'
Catch him on the block, I swear to God if I see him, I tax him
Why'd they put me down? They can't get up,
I got all these racks, bitch, I'm fed up, I ain't fed though
Poppin' all these blues, tryna get loose off these meds, woah
F*ck with me, these 7.62s flyin' at your chest, bro
Rackies with me got these baddies with me, we went straight to Milan
Brodie he tryna get bagged, way he walk with the bong
Brodie he pop at the show, and he brought some of the meds
I ain't even pop em, PTSD from poppin' the feds
He ain't even pull up when I said I was bringing some friends
I got too much time, burnin' the treads in the Benz
Cartier glasses, too much smoke, I can't see through the lens
She was throwin' a fit, had to take that bitch to France
Got my tee from Paris, got my shoes from Prague
Bitch, I spray that Choppa, MAC 11, make a fog
Post up with my gang like we got rabies, cause we dogs
My bitch jumpin' up and down on me like she a frog
Off three grams of gas, bitch, I'm reekin'
X got me tweakin', X on the weekend
Way too much codeine, I think I'm geekin
F*ck with me, get beatin
F*ckin' on this bitch, I got her leakin
Rackies with me got these baddies with me, we went straight to Milan
Brodie he tryna get bagged, way he walk with the bong
Brodie he pop at the show, and he brought some of the meds
I ain't even pop em, PTSD from poppin' the feds
He ain't even pull up when I said I was bringing some friends
I got too much time, burnin' the treads in the Benz
Cartier glasses, too much smoke, I can't see through the lens
She was throwin' a fit, had to take that bitch to France