[Intro]
This is a Dolan Beats production
Bans, yeah, hah, racks
Man a young n***a really had some racks in his pocket, n***a
Fuck y'all n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a
Bans, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)
N***a, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
N***a runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel (Bans)
If a n***a playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

[Verse 1]
Pussy boy ain't got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)
N***a I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this shit
Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can't even take a piss (Yeah)
I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live
Ain't no love for these n***as, catch a case and watch 'em switch
Put a twenty on the table, watchin' n***as turn to bitches (Yeah, damn)
But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)
N***as rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain't ate, goddamn
They diggin', I'm kickin' this shit, his ho on my dick
I pop me a Perc' when I'm up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift
These n***as they hatin', I'm tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
I'm keepin' it goin', I'm poppin' my shit (Ayy), I'ma die for this shit, ayy (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
N***a, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
N***a runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a n***a playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him
Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain't built like the general
Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em
Got my old bitch mad 'cause I ain't say I miss her
Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can't even hear
I been knew I was that n***a from just lookin' in the mirror
I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear
And it's free Che Trill, man, it's almost been a year
Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear
N***as run they mouth a lot 'cause they don't listen with their ears
But I just keep my head up 'cause I'm knowin' that it's near
I done lived and I done learned, it ain't no heart, it ain't no fear

[Chorus]
Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
N***a, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
N***a runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a n***a playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him