[Chorus] (Yeah uh) I got racks, I don't ever do that Flip me an ounce up in this trap Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back I know what I'll do if you give me them bands Quick transaction, hand-to-hand Whole lot of straps up in this van So I'll jump outside, he did the dash And he talked sick, get turned to a pack Let me just smash that hellcat Gave her money, don't give me back And I got racks on top of racks Making money in my nap And he gone it for the snap And she gone do it for the gram And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback I got shooters on the map
[Verse] I think I need more bread, came up off a dope pay Tryna dodge a long stretch, if he a opp then watch your step He heard shots and he saw red Got four thousand-dollar crep' And I know they want me dead, thirty seven shots I can't forget Stash up my dope all the way in the attic Don't got a kid and I keep hearing 'daddy' I wonder what she'll do just for a patek And I feel her with meat, just like a patty And I need a receipt I'm paying taxes Don't got it for cheap, you know that I'm taxin' Playin' with a check like I'm working for Nike I'm hoping the feds ain't tryna indict me
[Chorus] (x2) (Yeah uh) I got racks, I don't ever do that Flip me an ounce up in this trap Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back I know what I'll do if you give me them bands Quick transaction, hand-to-hand Whole lot of straps up in this van So I'll jump out—damn he did the dash And he talked sick, get turned to a pack Let me just smash that hellcat Gave her money, don't give me back And I got racks on top of racks Making money in my nap And he gone it for the snap And she gone do it for the gram And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback I got shooters on the mapTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
