Freshman

[Hook]
I got racks, I'm lit—
Yea, I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since—
I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since—
I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since I was a freshman
I been counting this shit since I was a kid, fuck a yes man
I don't need more n***as on my dick
If you address me—
Huh, you better have a stick
This ho undressing
I done left my kills on her face, it look like dressing

[Verse]
I take the risk everyday, get high 'till I see heaven
This bitch tryna' get killed, yea she tryna' get slayed, she wan' see hell
This bitch tryna' get killed, this bitch tryna' get killed
LA, LAX, I'm in the hills
Tryna' show my skills
Flexing on my ex
This shit surrеal, this shit get real
Why you stretching out your lеan when the shit supposed to get spilled
This clip long, no limousine yeah, I let it rip
I pop percs, she pop my lean, yeah
I got a cheese touch, I pop a rubber band, I feel like Greg Heffley
Like Swiper, I tricks up on my sleeve
Swipe that boy right out his cheese, now he can't re-up
Oh he think he balling, pull your sleeve up boy, D-up
[Hook]
Yea, I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since—
I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since—
I got racks, I'm lit
I been counting this shit since I was a freshman
I been counting this shit since I was a kid, fuck a yes man
I don't need more n***as on my dick
Fuck a yes man
You better have a stick
This ho undressing
I done left my kills on her face, it look like dressing