Pull out them racks on a nigga, he´s so funny He talk the most shit, but got no money Tough on the ´net, but in person, a new Gandhi
Stand on my racks and I´m Mo Bambi I mean Mo Bamba, anklets a new Honda I need threes with TiTi and with La´Shonda I get right, it´s on sight for you newcomers I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners With the gang out in public, we ho hunters Kick that bitch out the spot like a team punter Think it´s time I run up me a Bugatti Got this bitch ridin´ dick like a Ducati Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai Actin´ out for attention, the new guy Got another lawsuit, need a new tie Know some niggas switched up, turned Ifá Know some niggas out West bangin´ treetop Made that bitch give me head ´til her knees pop Switchin´ sides on the gang, tryna ease out Catch you slippin´, we knockin´ your teeth out Tryna come down my block, need to reroute
Tryna see all that shit that you talk ´bout Know it´s cap in your rap, you ain´t gotta lie In LA with Zack Bia at Nice Guy In LA with Zack Bia at Papis I´m in Houston ho huntin´ with Tati I just had me a smooth little ten piece Run it up Stick on my back like I´m huntin´ up Yeah, if I let my dogs loose, they gon´ run amuck Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked
Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin´ tall Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul I got big guap, big killers, big pieces She wan´ fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis Pull up all white, lookin´ like I´m black Jesus And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis
Niggas sweet as shit, turn ´em to a Reese´s Pieces Diamonds shinin´ so damn bright, give a nigga seizures
Nothin´ make me more happy than backends I´m straight to no signal, them racks in These new niggas´ music is trashcan He can´t feed his fans, so they fastin´ He told ´em, "Let´s all go Muslim" That bitch nigga ain´t out hustlin´ I said take a sip, why you guzzlin´? Give me my damn cup back, nigga I´m too rich to be out here tusslin´ Buddy just paid a rack for some ´Tussin Hope he sick, ´cause that´s all that it´s good for I wish that my big brother did more
I pray that my lil´ sister live long Paint the ´Rari all yellow like Armstrong Got a stock with a stick, it´s an arm long Wow Heard they said I went broke, boy, was they wrong I just cashed in a check, it´s a phone number Bitch, your ass on the porch like the door number We gon´ track your ass down like LoJack Why they playin´ with me? I need more racks To the money, I´m runnin´ up four flat This shit right here gon´ need four plaques
Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin´ tall Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul I got big guap, big killers, big pieces She wan´ fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis Pull up all white, lookin´ like I´m black Jesus
And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis Niggas sweet as shit, turn ´em to a Reese´s Pieces Diamonds shinin´ so damn bright, give a nigga seizures