They wanna get close cuz they know i’m gettin cake
If you ain’t talking bout that bread you need to get up out my face

All these racks on the kid yeah i got plenty
I got it 10’s 100’s and them 50’s
All this sodo in my cup killing my kidneys
You wanna sip told em you can’t kick it with me
He talking hot told him bitch i keep a blicky
In the back of the booth rolling that sticky
I told gang to make a wish just like he timmy
I keep a band on me like i got my stimmy
You tryna fit in with the crowd like he slimmy
I got them bands on me bitch you can’t relate
Sent his ass to heaven on some fuckin skates
His momma crying told that girl that it was fate
She on her knees like she bout to fucking pray
Told my girl don’t trip bout the opps keep a k
Told my girl don’t trip about these opps i keep and fucking k

All these racks on the kid yeah i got plenty
I got it 10s 100s and them 50s
All this sodo in my cup killing my kidneys
You wanna sip told em you can’t kick it with me
He talking hot told him bitch i keep a blicky
In the back of the booth rolling that sticky
I told gang to make a wish just like he timmy
I keep a band on me like i got my stimmy
(like i got my stimmy)