[Intro]
(Brrr)
(Stick)

[Chorus]
Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say, "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip

[Verse]
Shoot up the car, shoot up the whip
I be on Mars, I'm on the shits
He say he be gettin' money, I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay"
It ain't no way, no way, no way
How can I beef wit' a n***a, if he gonna beef wit' a bitch?
How can I beef wit' a n***a, if he do not know how to get rich?
How can I beef wit' a n***a, if he do not tote no stick?
How do I beef wit' a n***a, if he don't even ride wit' a switch?
How do I beef wit' a n***a, if he don't know a switch?
How do I beef wit' a n***a, if I can't get his attention?
I'm gon' kill 'em
His partner dead, we got 'em, uh, got his attention
It raises the tension
We raise his tension
[Chorus]
Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say, "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip

[Outro]
Pih eht ffo kciuq, keelf no eb I