Got racks ok yea
Bad bitch ok yea
That pistol hit ya and ya and ya
I smoke designer weed my bitch from Italia
That bitch obsessed with me?
Take that hoe away from ya
I'm slidin wit that drac I know he don't want no smoke
I f*ck model hoes and it's racks in my girbauds
When it's time to spin, call my brother get ya gone
Tote Baby Ks, smokin' spliffs out the coast
Pussy, where your racks, where they go? I don't know
Ya, we just took his racks like where they go huh
Feel like I'm chief Sosa hit a stain faneto
Huh
I hate being sober
Drifting in the solar
Pouring tech with tris while we drifting in the rover
Gold or diamonds watches I can't choose my wrist bipolar
Keep my moves on covert
Catch me lacking? No sir
Talk down then it's "FAH FAH"
Talk down then it's over
Put him on a banner, put that nigga on a poster
Put him in the blunt you smell that gas
You smell that odor
She like how know her so she by my side like holster
Got racks ok yea
Bad bitch ok yea
That pistol hit ya and ya and ya
I smoke designer weed my bitch from Italia
That bitch obsessed with me?
Take that hoe away from ya
I'm slidin wit that drac I know he don't want no smoke
I f*ck model hoes and it's racks in my girbauds
When it's time to spin, call my brother get ya gone
Tote Baby Ks, smokin' spliffs out the coast
Pussy, where your racks, where they go? I don't know