[Chorus]
Big racks chilling on me by my lonely
I got the gas on me, feel like Marley
I just want a two-seat vintage rari
Maybe get a Z3 with the top piece
Big racks chilling on me by my lonely
I got the gas on me, feel like Marley
I just want a two-seat vintage rari
Maybe get a Z3 with the top piece

[Verse]
Now tell me why you always gotta talk that shit
It's like you hear my voice now you on my dick
Never knew a hater that was real dumb rich
Never knew a hater that want a dumb bitch
I be in the city getting faded with my bro
[?] his cars yeah they driving real slow
Never texting back now they blowing up my phone
Only seventeen but I'm feeling like I'm grown

You can never bring me down, I've been coming up
If you got a pack of loud I'ma roll it up
You boys going out of style, you can barely run
Maybe it'll be a while, I'ma turn it up
If you wanna doubt me that's your own loss
Don't ask for a raise when I be your own boss
I be taking risks, I ain't worried 'bout the cost
Neck is so cold yeah call me Mr. Frost
[Chorus]
Big racks chilling on me by my lonely
I got the gas on me, feel like Marley
I just want a two-seat vintage rari
Maybe get a Z3 with the top piece
Big racks chilling on me by my lonely
I got the gas on me, feel like Marley
I just want a two-seat vintage rari
Maybe get a Z3 with the top piece