[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine] Rack City Bitch, rack rack city bitch Now put ya' money where ya' ass and ya' titties is When you get 'em would you please show them idiots Cause they lazy, we tell 'em get busy bitch Like get busy bitch and you should get moving bro So she can fuck with a boss or just move along I ain't waiting for a second, that is too long Ya' rap zero, swag zero, that is too wrong Fuck, I'm too gone, gone than a bitch bro Now that ain't nothing, hit ya' crib with a missile Ya' jobs a shit hole,now I'm official Shit I'm surprised that you bitches getting rick roll'd So be smart cause you might cause a war dude And pussy listen, I ain't tryna pause a tour dude But act stupid and I'mma give you your food You gettin' fooled by the fucking couture shoes Right? Mini militia, we the damn queens We take it all, it's a love for the damn green, uh I can't tell you who my gang seen The cops looking at us like we just some damn teens
[Verse 2:] Fuck, ion care for the rules I'm swimming in the sights, ion share my jewels Bitch, now you can get the fuck out my school Ion fuck with a dude if he ain't got the fuel Pardon my language, ya' say ya' shouldn't swear bro I'm like fuck it, why you acting like a square fo' Cousin Charley, he the gold peter pan yo' Talk shit, I wouldn't dare if he's a scared bro You a busy broad, hatin' on my fans kid I tell ya' boyfriend, make me a sandwich Shawty, me and the crew reaching planets Tell me you don't know who ya' man wit' Damn itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
