Lyrics

Racks on racks on me, i got the guap on me
His whole style, his whole sound, that **** got from me
I'm moving- i'm moving round hot shit, these **** not shit
Walk with the knots on me
Bitch i do what i want cuz i'm locked in, what's in my pocket?
Look like a lottery (yuh)
**** say that they got me that's cap
How you stab me in the back?
How keep biting the hand that was feeding you?
Double Ø I put them boys on the map
Smoking on Zeus that **** wack
Mix it with Caleb, that's my favorite pack
And I heard that **** Eddie a track star, when i seen **** they start running laps
So you know i ain't playing with you
This **** pussy ion bang w dude
And i heard these lil **** broke, they ain't touching no racks
Make a bag when i snooze
I just need my respect where it's due
They think bout my flow when they hop in the booth
I set- i set the trends, these **** copy
They suck me, that ain't nothing new
I got money, bad bitches on me, Eliantte water dripping on me
Diamonds look like my jeweler keep pissing on me
And i keep the heater with the switches on me
Like, why **** switching on me?
I thought ya boys was my brothers, i thought ya boys was my muddies
Now ya don't mean nothing to me
Racks on racks on me, i got the guap on me
His whole style, his whole sound, that **** got from me
I'm moving- i'm moving round hot shit, these **** not shit
Walk with the knots on me
Bitch i do what i want cuz i'm locked in, what's in my pocket?
Look like a lottery (yuh)
Racks on racks on me, i got the guap on me
His whole style, his whole sound, that **** got from me
I'm moving- i'm moving round hot shit, these **** not shit
Walk with the knots on me
Bitch i do what i want cuz i'm locked in, what's in my pocket?
Look like a lottery
Written by: Julian Henriquez
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