[Verse: Big Ant Dog & Tracky Minion]
Yeah 21, feelin' like 21 Savage
She an bad bougie, ratchet
All these haters they could of had it
But they bad at it, these haters small-headed like an maggot
I know that tatted rainbowed hair would cause an racket
Hacked it, nah, they hacked me (Fuck them)
I got my mandem to back me up
Just gonna stack these up, rack them up
Pack it up, gonna make you lacked up
I'm gonna smack you up, attack you up
Y'all wack at these shots, gimme some crack
These stupid beefers wanted an track with me
Shit gonе black and yellow like Wiz Khalifa
Thesе haters can yack like it tryna whack me
But it missed me, but I got their mother jackin' me
You call yourself Ack Ack Ack it's not ackin' me
Conspiracy it not true conspiracy not blue
Not even legitally, got me physically
Lyrically on this song with the bro
She's on my dick and toe, woah
These beefers are hoes
Pick an row go there
Yo (Anto was on the beat bitch yeah, yeah)
Yeah I did the CAS Diss, Rappin' as if I'm Nas
Pass out the stuff, roars like an Lion
Shout out my friend Ryan, are these bitches tryin'
Nah they lyin' I bet they cryin'
These bitches be spyin', I'm laughin' dyin'
[Interlude: Tracky Minion]
Was Ant's song but he gave me the track
For my album, Playboi Tracky (acky, acky,)

[Outro: Tracky Minion]
LIFE II soon
Woohoo yeah