[Chorus]
I-I got racks on the TV, and this stupid hoe believe me
Y-yeah, I'm kickin' shit with Booly, stupid Glocks, can't you see it
Shoot a movie with his groupie, so the bro's gotta believe it
W-why this n***a chiefin'? Big racks, bitch I'm fiending
T-this hoe can't get a Neiman's, d-d-drop racks and then I'm leavin'
Pour that lean up my shit, bitch it look like my cup bleeding
And my pockets fat as shit, yeah it look like my shit eating
In that cut, he ain't see me coming
B-bad hoe, and she say I'm yummy
N***a, think im jokin', funny
G-get shot in your shit, you dummy
Pistol whip a n***a when I'm mad, I'm like "where my money"
No, I cannot fuck with no damn fag, get that gay shit from me

[Verse]
This hoe just asked if I'm geeked
I-I'm a vamp, can't get no sleep
I'ma knock your ass off feet, see a band I run on feet
Madе a couple racks in one week, you ain't do that shit in years
I-I drink lеan bitch, this not no beer
M-my shit punchin', you can hear
And I almost flipped that Trackhawk
W-well I never gave a fuck
Finna score on pints lil bitch, now the whole gang pourin' up
Bitch I ain't never show no love, your music wack, you suck
Better watch your back lil' bitch, cause I'm in that cut, good luck
[Chorus]
I-I got racks on the TV, and this stupid hoe believe me
Y-yeah, I'm kickin' shit with Booly, stupid Glocks, can't you see it
Shoot a movie with his groupie, so the bro's gotta believe it
W-why this n***a chiefin'? Big racks, bitch I'm fiending
T-this hoe can't get a Neiman's, d-d-drop racks and then I'm leavin'
Pour that lean up my shit, bitch it look like my cup bleeding
And my pockets fat as shit, yeah it look like my shit eating (Go)
In that cut, he ain't see me coming
B-bad hoe, and she say I'm yummy
N***a, think im jokin', funny
G-get shot in your shit, you dummy