Lyrics from Snippet
[Chorus]
N***a better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off the pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass smacked up (Danny, I see you)
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
Fuck it I'm on tic, can't no pussy n***as tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n***a mall with my MAC tucked
Bitch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up
[Post-Chorus]
You n***as really all cap, where yo capper?
I stay 100, I ain't fucking with these rappers
The Lambo' green and yellow, just like the Packers
Nah, keep that shit 100 trap blessed, I'm your pastor
[Verse 1]
Walkin' in yo party with them sticks on me
N***a 6'7, you a bitch, I'm yo big homie
N***a hard as hell, damn boy them clips on me
N***a talkin' out his neck, you ain't tough, boy you big phony
Rari got a lot of horse, no Pony
Give his ass a knuckle sandwich 'cause he touchin' my bologna, ayy
This a rеal big picture no Sony
I'ma stop showin' snippets 'cause thеse n***as tryna clone me
Damn, look at lil shawty with her ass out
Smokin' on Gelato til' I pass out
If you ain't got no money, boy you asked out
Pourin' up Pimp C n***a, welcome to the trap house
I feel like Lil Sui, I'ma cash out
Off the Henny, see the opps I'ma blast out
We can't make too many moves this the last route
Why you goin' out sad? I made your main bitch tap out
[Chorus]
N***a better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off the pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass smacked up
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
Fuck it I'm on tic, can't no pussy n***as tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n***a mall with my MAC tucked
Bitch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up
[Verse 2]
Man, bitch stay the fuck up out my business
They say talk is hella cheap and I'm a n***a that like spinach
Yo bitch on go and she ain't even need convincing
I just took her innocence and then I left her ass on pending
Moonwalk, got that draco, and that motherfuckin' shit
And that motherfucker standing there, and that motherfucker lit
Big T's gon' pull up on his oppies with that motherfuckin' stick
And you know DC on that blockie when that motherfucker hit (Boom boom boom boom)
Yo shit, I'm finna float on some shit
Wrist frozen in this shit, I feel like Frozone in this shit
I just seen another opp, I'm tryna blowhole that bitch
Yo n***a so-so as shit, shawty loco as a bitch
He was talkin' like he with it, yeah, get his wig split
Woulda thought I was a center, yeah, the way I send shit
Like how the fuck he drop an M, but he never win shit
We never fold, Big 10, you n***as in the benches (Gang)
[Chorus]
N***a better go and get his racks up
Keep that ratchet on me, City Girls how we act up
In the club, Juice off the pack, bruh
Lookin' at me wrong, you gon get yo ass smacked up
Ayy, damn bruh, chill, Daij relax, bruh
Fuck it I'm on tic, can't no pussy n***as tax us, ayy
Walkin' through a n***a mall with my MAC tucked
Bitch, my AR jammed, but I still got a back up
[Post-Chorus]
You n***as really all cap, where yo capper?
I stay 100, I ain't fucking with these rappers
The Lambo' green and yellow, just like the Packers
Nah, keep that shit 100 trap blessed, I'm your pastor
