[Intro]
(CaptainCrunch presents)
(You're trippin', buddy)
(BetterOffDead n***a)

[Chorus]
Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone
She was callin' me, on the phone
Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone
She was on me, well, I gotta go
Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone
She was callin' me, on the phone
Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone
She was on me, well, I gotta go

[Verse]
I was at New York
Smoking out the Newport
Say you with a bad bitch, damn, I feel like [?]
Smoking on their Backwoods
And another Newport
Now I'm in a black car, hoppin' out the back door
Diamonds like a rainbow, she should have a halo
Now I'm gettin' bankrolls, stackin' up my payroll
Damn, she look like Kat Stacks
Damn, she look like J. Lo
I was just with Pеsos, rollin' in a Wraith though
I'ma Kamikaze, she was all up on me
Tryna takе a photo, like a paparazzi
Oh? Is that your shorty? Why she tryna talk me?
Why you in DM, when you tried to block me?
[Chorus]
Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone
She was callin' me, on the phone
Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone
She was on me, well, I gotta go
Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone
She was callin' me, on the phone
Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone
She was on me, well, I gotta go