Racks or racks, money, gin, jammy
Upstate talks in a frequency
Hot to life, where do you mind me?
Running, it's a perversion, see
Streets, they over, gin, jammy
From the wall to the window seat
In the sun, through the storm, in the winter
I'm in a club, shawty, moving like a ninja, ninja
First to death, find me on heat
Activist in my DR jeans
Bust a chick feet, you only feed
My love like rats in a stream
I can't be your love
Too many things to lose
You love me with no one
Don't wanna leave, I don't
I know that you want trouble
Wasted eyes on you
I can't be your lover
Too many things to lose

Do it with the DR in the dress up

Pop a molly, jazzy, and a tesla
Let it warm your back and your neck
I'ma film it all, make a best of
Edit it all, make it scene on scene
Under it all, no use scheme on me
Hot team in Leon with a milli on me
I wanna manage with the brickie on me
I'm turning the bass up
Tell me what you want
She want more of the taste of
I can get it all
Pretty little bitch, give me pretty, give me na-na
Take me to Nirvana, diamond in the sky
I can't be your love
Too many things to lose
You love me with no one
Don't wanna leave, I don't
I know that you want trouble
Wasted eyes on you
I can't be your love
Too many things to lose