[Intro]
All these racks on me, n***a
Money don't fold now, man, it's too big (Run that shit from the top, 3)

[Verse 1]
This chain, it AP (P), cost me ninety ('Ty)
Bands, lil' n***a, so do not try me (Nah)
That's a, that's a body (Body), my anxiety ('Xiety)
They say I'm a menace to society (I am)
That lil' MO3 (3), keep it low-key (Key)
Young n***a, but to you, I'm an OG
Don't smoke OG (Nah), ho, you don't know me (Nope)
If I catch a Murder One, bitch, know that's first degree (Break it down)
You know they heard of 3 for robbery, no burglary (Boom, boom)
I put dick on that ho like she need surgery
These n***as scared of me (They scared)
I make 'em nervous, see (They nervous)
He lyin' in his interview like he ain't heard of me (Lil' bitch)
But I'm like, "How?" I'm rockin' Rollie, AP like wow (Yeah)
I'm rocking diamonds, shinin', bling, blaow
I'm in the Masi' lit up like a lamp
I'm rockin' FILA, bought it out of Champs
N***a want beef, I turn him to a cow (Yeah)
I make my hitter bring them choppers out (Yeah)
I'm in the city who they talk about
I don't need a vouch, ah
[Chorus]
Oh, they mad now (They mad), in my bag now (Bag)
Mama be like, "N***a, sit your ass down"
But I can't, though (Can't), 'cause all these racks now (Racks)
She toot that ass up, I beat that ass down (Boom, boom)
I got racks now (Racks), I count racks now (Yeah)
Young n***a, and I'm on they ass now (They ass)
In my bag now, that's why they mad now (They mad)
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out (First two)

[Verse 2]
This for them jackboys (Yeah), and them roadrunners
Go tell them hoes it's finna be a cold summer (It's cold)
'Cause I'm icy now (Icy), feel like the snow comin' (Snow)
So now she wanna fuck, she think she onto somethin' (Lil' slick bitch)
Oh, you wanna fuck? You think I forgot? You ain't give me your phone number (Nah)
So after I fuck, she gettin' ducked, I gave her the wrong number (hah)
Rollie on Rollie, these diamonds dancin', I'm finna cop me a Wraith (Wraith)
Top floor at the condo, but I got a mansion, I'm gettin' dough out of state (State)
Lookin' just like the lotto, so I'm feelin' fancy now, ain't that a shame? (Shame)
I was broke than a bitch in them bullshit muscle tees, my shirt had a stain (Ew)
Nappy-head ho, you need your hair did (Your hair did)
On the low, you let me fuck, I get your hair fixed (Ha)

[Chorus]
Oh, they mad now (They mad), in my bag now (Bag)
Mama be like, "N***a, sit your ass down"
But I can't, though (Can't), 'cause all these racks now (Racks)
She toot that ass up, I beat that ass down (Boom, boom)
I got racks now (Racks), I count racks now (Yeah)
Young n***a, and I'm on they ass now (They ass)
In my bag now, that's why they mad now (They mad)
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out (Ah)