[Intro: Derez De'Shon]
Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that
Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon]
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

[Verse 1: Derez De'Shon]
Money with them racks, call me Steve Urkel
Oops, my bad, did I do that on purpose?
Rims flip like acrobats, I threw them in the circus
Blunt sort of strong, got me spinning 'round in circles
Racks on top of racks, what's up, long money
They just trying to put me on, but I got my own money
Trap still bunking, been getting money
Been fucking [?] Monday through Sunday
I ball, running through those racks, you know I'ma bet it all
I want this and that, but I'm tearing up the wall
You can have her back, n***a, I don't want your broad
Nah, 'cause I ball, a boss
Stupid fruity swag, we say futuristic flavor
That make stupid swavor, I got stupid swavor
Clayton County shawty, blowing kush up in the ay-er
Money over here, money over there
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon]
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]
Stupid fruity loud pack, I'm finna bust the speakers
Sexy in stilettos, motherfuck a sneaker
Watch my boo stunt while I'm blowing on the fruity
When my girl jig, they gonna swear to life they coogie
Hating, make them sit down 'cause they can't stand me
Hating 'cause these hoes love Dunkin like my granny
I'm Listerine fresh, back up 'cause your breath stank
Leave your girl with me, I'ma pump her like a gas tank
Your man cut the check and the check keep bouncing
Slim cut the check and baby girl still counting
Stupid fruity loud pack, we blowing by the ounces
I'm so high, I could see Stone Mountain

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon]
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it
[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon]
Futuristic swag, you can call me young Marty
Smoke nothing but loud like I'm kin to Bob Marley
Flat screens in my whip, my daughter watching iCarly
Wrist on froze, ass repping Ed Hardy, I'm gnarly
Ever since I blew up on the scene
Those bitches wouldn't stand me till they saw me on they screen
But it's cool, really, I ain't worried about a beeyatch
I got too much money to be worried about a beeyatch
Back to the future, Michael J. Fox
Ain't nobody supposed to be here, asked [?]
I do what I want, I live my life outside the box
Ain't no squares in my circle and my pockets full of what?

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin & Derez De'Shon]
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it
Stupid fruity loud pack, that's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing, shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club, throw it up if you got it

[Outro: Derez De'Shon]
Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that
Retarded with them racks, racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that