[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Go, yeah, ah, alright, bro, hold on
I'm runnin' up racks
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I broke my ankle, I'm runnin' up racks (Racks)
Most of these n***as be bitches, that's fact (Go)
I don't even trap, on the floor shootin' craps
I'ma walk down with that Uzi and clap, yeah (Buh, buh)
I spent some racks on the team
I really spend racks, n***a, check the receipt
I'm finna nut in her mouth, she gon' drink it like tea (Ah)
N***as gon' die any day if you take it that deep
I think about all my n***as, I don't go to sleep
Yeah, I been breaking your ho, she spend money on me (Ha)
I got some n***as that's locked up, ain't taking no plea (Yeah)
I had to Balenciaga my feet (Gang)
She like my diamonds, she wet
I had to get to that bag in a jet (Nyoom)
I don't wear Nike's but I got a check
Fuck all that talking, hop out with that Tec (Buh-buh-buh)
If I ever say somethin' I'ma keep it direct (Shh)
Double-S G, I take no disrespect (Double-S G)
I got that water all over my neck (Water)
I'ma call up your daughter and slaughter her next (Call up)
I fuck her good, she buy me a Patek
I had to switch it up, throw in baguettes
On Percocets so I fuck around wreck (Skrrt, skrrt)
We in the trap with the plan [?] (Yeah)
Put her in Prada
When I was broke they ain't lend me a dollar
Went out of state start bustin' down models
I don't even drink but I buy all the bottles (Yeah)
I put the dick in her mouth, make her swallow
Go to the booth with some new Gucci goggles (Gang)
I'm on that bullshit, just landed in Chicago
Rich n***a shit, spent the lot on some tacos (Yeah)
No handcuffs but I got Ferragamo
Dick down your bitch in Givenchy pajamas
I feel like Future, I fuck up the commas (Fuck it up)
And plus my bank account got lots of commas
Call up lil' bro 'cause we trap out the casa
I'm with my brothers, mi casa su casa (Yeah)
I get that pack, beat it up like a boxer (Beat it up)
I got your bitch tryna grab like a lobster (Grab)