Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say
 "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a yeah
Play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like
You beat up ya' bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the zip

Shoot up the car, shoot up the whip
I be on Mars, I'm on the shit's
He say he be gettin' money
I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay"
It ain't no way, no way, no way
How can I beef wit' a nigga if
He gonna beef wit' a bitch?
How can I beef wit' a nigga if he
Do not know how to get rich?
How can I beef wit' a nigga if
He do not tote no stick?
How do I beef wit' a nigga if
He don't even ride wit' a switch?
How do I beef wit' a nigga if switch?
How do I beef wit' a nigga
If I can't get his attention?
I'm gon' kill 'em
His partner dead, we got 'em, uh
Got his attention it raises the tension
We raise his tension

Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say
"It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a yeah
Play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like
You beat up ya' bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the zip