Racks on a n***a
All blue like bonnets
Went and ran it up
I ain't even have an option
He say he want smoke
Now his ass in a coffin
Went and hit him up
We ain't doing much talking
Dropped out of school
Time to get to the money
Went and got guap
Now hoes try and fuck me
All you see is blues
When a n***a start thumbing
And bitch I keep a tool
Like I'm working in construction
Whole lotta weight
They ain't seen what I seen
Hit 500 bands
Put 20 in my jeans
Fucked your bitch slow
Off the four of the lean
Bitch I'm getting racks
Pockets stay full of green
Been having racks, n***a
Go ask my momma
Riding with a Glock
Just in case they want drama
Presidential shit
I ain't talking Obama
And bitch I'm dropping bombs
You can call me Osama
I'm probably out here serving
Probably kicking in your trap
If Izzy steal your ho
Imma fuck thеn give her back
I could nevеr stay
Gotta go and get the cash
Trapped as a teens
Used to go and get the bag
Solid ass n***as in my circle
Gas in my sweet
And the cup full of purple
Smoking on exotic
Got me slow like a turtle
Chopper shots make these n***as jump
Like hurdle
I ain't gone play
I'm a popper
Big ass chopper
Probably knock a helicopter
We gone send shots
Like we handing out vodka
I be getting cheese, n***a
Like an enchilada
Been balling out with no budget
I send shots
No discussions
If I got the Glock
Imma bust it
Imma hit his ass
Then I gotta put him under
Your favorite rapper trash
He a bitch
He ain't even really about shit
We was really out hitting licks
Went and got racks
Now these hoes on the dick