Ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, these lame ass niggas be flockin' yeah
They ran to the bank, made deposit, yeah
Got a couple racks in my closet
Yeah yeah, yeah
Bro in disguise with the shiesty
Yeah, I get the racks I ain't stoppin'
I cannot trust that hoe she a fan, (Damn)
She say, she wanna be my main
I lost the racks, I found it
You wanna ruin my pocket, yeah
She want to hop in my pocket, yeah
I thought you would see the change, yeah
You wouldn't be here for fame, yeah
I wanna be in my lane
Yeah bitch you a lame
Brand new stick got red dot, yeah it got aim, yeah
Yeah, they beat his ass from the block
Yeah, his ass got flamed up
Yeah yeah, they came 'bout a hundred
They took his chain off
(Shhh)
Now you too loud, don't do all that talking
I might just go pull-, can't even stop
Yeah, bitch I know my-
You can get flamed up
I lost it, yeah
Nigga keep jumpin' my pockets, yeah
I lost it, huh
Ran up the stick, I copped it
Yeah, these lame ass niggas be flockin' yeah
They ran to the bank, made deposit, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Ha, yeah yeah, yeah
Bro in disguise with the shiesty
Yeah, I get the racks I ain't stoppin'