Racks, hunnids, fifties, huh, I got racks
Huh, bitch I ball I feel like B-Roy
Gun for fun, it feel like a toy (Eyeah)
Ain't on nothing boy ain't making noise (Eyeah)
Glock a pedo, it fuck up these boys (Eyeah)
Like a cheque I'll get yo ass void (Eyeah)
G-L-Z, boy you cannot join (Eyeah)
I make money right off of my voice, yeah (Eyeah)
I got racks yeah (Yeah)
I got bands yeah (Yeah)
Fifteen hundred yeah (Eyeah)
For some pants yeah (Yeah)
Cant you tell bitch? (Yeah) I got swag hoe (Yeah)
Cant you tell bitch that I am the man hoe (On God)
Necklace on froze
Yeah I told that bitch gotta go
Yeah hunnids, fifties bitch (Yeah)
What you gon do for the bag? What you gon do for the cash? (Eyeah)
What you gon do for the bag? It's a lot
I ain't even got no tags, but bitch I'm driving off the lot (On God)
I know that bitch wanna fuck, cause what I got
But I ain't even mad lil bitch, after this yo ass getting dropped