[Chorus: Peezy]
You ain't trappin' like me, bitch
You ain't really slappin' like me, bitch
You don't get it crackin' like me, bitch
You already know what's happenin' with me, bitch
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
Bitch, we really havin' these racks

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Yeah, I really got them bands on me
Dare one of these n***as put they hands on me
Told my dog where he stay and he was layin' on him
Soon as he take the trash to the can, up them cans on him
Rich n***as in this bitch, it ain't no frauds allowed
Got some girl for the low if ain't no dog around (Get it)
Pussy n***as tuck they tail when it's a dog around
Take one of you rap n***as' chains, Deebo stall him out (Ha)
Thirty racks on me in Oakland, I want all the loud (Where it's at?)
Know we smokin' on some shit that might be hard to find (Facts)
Red bottom laces open like it's hard to tie 'em
Any given day, it's racks on me, n***a, all the time (Every day)
Quit sippin' for a minute, got my cups back
I hit your bitch a couple times, get your slut back
If you ain't got no real money, get the fuck back
Still got my plug in Virginia, n***a, fuck rap
[Chorus: Peezy]
You ain't trappin' like me, bitch
You ain't really slappin' like me, bitch
You don't get it crackin' like me, bitch
You already know what's happenin' with me, bitch
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
Bitch, we really havin' these racks

[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
I think they hip, hold on, let me change the state
Last one wasn't big enough, I had to change the whole safe, okay
I'm eatin' good just like it's my last plate
The new wave I created for you n***as, say thanks
Blues on me like I'm bangin'
Trappin' like the eighties, got the whole hood slangin'
Ask about my n***as, bet they say we all dangerous
I can get you on the news if you wanna be famous (Come on)
Been havin', still havin' too
Bro'll be in trouble if his mama knew he in here playin' with food
I know n***as want me dead, that's why them bitches glued
I can work a better number if you get 'em by the two
Plenty flavors like the candyman
Boom keep a tool on him, he a handyman
Plug speak a different language, n***a, I can't understand
Spent a whole month searchin' for it, think I got a tan, n***a
[Chorus: Peezy]
You ain't trappin' like me, bitch
You ain't really slappin' like me, bitch
You don't get it crackin' like me, bitch
You already know what's happenin' with me, bitch
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
We really havin' these racks (Racks)
Bitch, we really havin' these racks