Ooh, ooh
Yeah, racks jumpin' out the Porsche, jumpin' out the Porsche, Porsche (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Trap full of monkeys with banana clips of course, course (Haha, skrrt)
Racks on your head, trap house bump his head for sure, sure
Packs on my head, I'd rather hit the trap than tour, tour (Yeah)
Every time I see you, it look like you hate me more and more (Woah)
Just leave me ass alone to pour a four (Woah, woah)
I told her I'll leave you 'fore you ignore
If every word gon' count, you don't use yours
Woah, woah (Yeah), shut up, bitch
Racks fat as fuck, my pockets fucked, I'm gon' need ???, bitch
Pourin' up a cup, I need the setup, bitch
I just wanna fuck, I'm tryna tell the bitch
Never quit, I been off the Perkies for like seven seconds
Six, seven bitches tryna cuddle with me
Dope fiends funded by the government
We keep on sendin' in and they gon' never quit
Pour another up, pour the function (Yeah)
Boy, that's a hunnid up, you'll never touch this (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah
Racks finna flip again (Yeah, yeah)
Racks by the pot and pan (Yeah, yeah), flippin' out the fuckin' Benz (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
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