I got racks, ayy, yeah, I'm smokin' thrash, ayy, yeah, ayy, in front of black, ayy, yeah I got racks, ayy, yeah, I'm smokin' thrash, ayy, yeah, ayy, in front of black, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh, I got racks, I'm in a damn trap, uh, whippin' up the pipe, ***in' on a damn thigh, uh, lookin' at my pockets, nigga, it's a big night, you think that you a hype, look, nigga, you a night, I *** a damn pack, then I laugh and count my guava, uh, look at all my diamonds, bitch, they all glistenin', I think the feds on me, yeah, they might be listenin', you ain't bought it, nigga, you gon' have to ***in' prove it, I got my ***in' Ruger, nigga, I ain't scared to shoot it, I passed him a brick, that nigga better ***in' flip it, when it comes to this life ***, I just live it, I'm tryna see a end before I turn nineteen, I kick the damn cup, now, I don't sip on lean, no, I don't pop no beans, bitch, I'm clean like Listerine, wait, yeah, I got racks, I got the pay, I got a pound on the line, smokin' on gas, yeah, as you already know, I stay in the clouds, I got the money on lock, I cannot *** with a trick, all of you cap like a pop, yeah, my chopper got kicked, I got my thirty and they got a dick, slippin' inside of you bitches, they slipped, we like a ten-two ball, get in that lid, get in your mama, now, get out your kids, get out your kids, get out your kids