[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
(Bitch, I got racks)
I got them racks to get, yeah
Get up and count up a fit
I ain't gon' throw no fit, yeah
Look at this fresh-ass fit
Look at my bad-ass bitch, look
Look, I'm just counting that shit, look (D-Dkanee)
Look, I'm just counting that shit, look
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look, yeah
Look how I'm counting this shit, yeah
Look how I'm fucking that bitch, yeah
Look how I give that bitch X
That bitch think she a dancer
Yeah, n***as always wanna put smoke in the room like cancer
Man, these n***as ain't on shit, these n***as really a disaster

[Verse: Zelly Ocho]
Zelly just looking for answers (Woah)
Zelly just looking for answers (VLAD)
Yeah, I'm just looking for answers (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm just looking for answers (Bitch, I got racks)
I put time in this shit, I can't go backwards
She said she love me, don't say the L word
It's fuck the afterlife, I'm just living on Earth
And what comes aftеr, you know I'm not scared (D-Dkanee)
Yeah, racks on me, thеy legit
I got a bag on me, yeah, bitch
Fake n***as always switch
Don't give a fuck 'bout your promo page
I'ma just hop out and rage
Free all my dogs out the cage
I fuck that bitch, she my aid
And I'ma suck on that pussy with fangs
You better get out the way
Oh, I just jumped off the stage
I used to be on the block, catch a fade (yeah)
I used to get up every single day
I worked my ass off, I gotta get paid, yeah
Look, look, look (Bitch, I got racks)
Look how I count up that mula, yeah
That pussy get wet like Bermuda
Bro locked up 'cause he really a shooter (Blat)
Throwing up Bs with Buddah (What?)
I wanna rap to that pussy, yeah
Just like K Suave music, yeah
Going insane, I might lose it (D-Dkanee)
VLAD lifestyle and you might get recruited
[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
I got them racks to get, yeah
Get up and count up a fit
I ain't gon' throw no fit, yeah
Look at this fresh-ass fit
Look at my bad-ass bitch, look
Look, I'm just counting that shit, look
Look, I'm just counting that shit, look
Look, look, look, look
Look, look, look, look, yeah
Look how I'm counting this shit, yeah
Look how I'm fucking that bitch, yeah
Look how I give that bitch X
That bitch think she a dancer (Bitch, I got racks)
Yeah, n***as always wanna put smoke in the room like cancer
Man, these n***as ain't on shit, these n***as really a disaster

[Verse 2: tana]
Look, look
We made that boy throw a fit (D-Dkanee)
We doing ten every show
This bitch off of the X, I think she a dancer
We the type to hold you for ransom
Lil' bitch, I don't got no manners
She said the dick was outstanding
I brought the ho, got her looking for answers
Look how that ho jump like Prancer
I gotta walk with a panther
Look at this fresh-ass fit, look at my flee-ass bitch, look
I cannot stress 'bout shit, they saw the swag and they bit, look
Tell them blogs get off my dick, y'all n***as don't know shit, look
Y'all n***as really ain't gang, get extorted right out the clique, look