[Intro]
(Good lookin', DNell)
Are you in the mafia?

[Chorus]
I got a lot of racks
Bro just sent a bad batch
3D glitch, I got aim
Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing
'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns
Check the stats, everybody scorin'
Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin'
Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin'

[Verse 1]
The feds thought they had 'em one, they kicked in the door
Tore my ceiling down, fucked up the house, but they ain't check the floor
Tell me what's gon' happen, n***as see me and send you the lo'?
I'll get you chipped and I'll be chilling somewhere off the coast
The love be so fake, but the hate be real
I can hit a pint, don't even touch a seal
I had all these racks 'fore I got a deal
I'm on the **** selling pills, smokin' 'za with Hill
All that tough guy shit gon' you left, all we do is step
Bro, he shoot like Steph, you in the way, boy, your ass a ref
Lil' bitch keep tryna get me neck 'cause I ice my neck
Me and Tone smacked off this Tris, mixed it with the Tech
[Chorus]
I got a lot of racks
Bro just sent a bad batch
3D glitch, I got aim
Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing
'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns
Check the stats, everybody scorin'
Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin'
Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin'

[Verse 2]
Bitch, we running plays, all my n***as scoring
You can't talk to me, n***a, 'less you up a hundred
Plug ain't never runnin' out, I told him keep 'em coming
Selling puppies all winter, pills in the summer
I'm too rich, gotta keep it on me
Try my best to hide this AKM, but they can see it on me
If I put on all of my chains, you won't see my neck
The doctor can tell me that I'm blind, I'ma see a check
I know you seen the E-lane in that 'Cat, but did you see the 'Vette?
Oh, n***as swear they gettin' money, we ain't seen it yet
I just got a bag I had to pick up with a forklift
She bad and you know she thick, she fuck me 'cause she know I'm rich
No, you cannot get a ring but you can get some kicks
You can get whatever bag you want, but you can't get a kiss
You can get a little Carti' bust, but not no honeymoon
Put me anywhere, I'll be the realest n***a in the room, boy
[Chorus]
I got a lot of racks
Bro just sent a bad batch
3D glitch, I got aim
Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing
'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns
Check the stats, everybody scorin'
Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin'
Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin'