Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone
I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks
Jump in the coupe, go that way
Rich lil nigga got RackAid
Seem like everyday payday
I don't give a fuck what they say
They just talk like AK
If I have daughter, treat hеr like Chief Keef do Kay Kay (yeah)
Yеah, sippin on the goose, gettin' loose like Lil Boosie
Yeah, I'm hot and I'm drippin' like I jumped out a Jacuzzi
Okay, my wrist, and my bitch, man I swear they both is beauties
And my boys put in work go check the shed they got them toolies
Rockstar, got these bitches showin' boobies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I don't give no fuck about a groupie (No, no, no, no)
My bitch a barbie, suck me up just like a smoothie (uh, yeah)
I might just go get that hoe some Louis
Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone
I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks
(Ooh) Mackned hoppin' out the bankie (ooh)
Why do I miss my Glock more than I miss my baby?
All this Balenciaga, I'm putting it on
Fucking this bitch like I'm trapped alone
You lookin' broke like you need a loan
I could make a milly off a microphone
Playin' with ya wifey like a xylophone
Mack gave up the Percocet and Styrofoam
It wasn't helping me
Big bread and cheese
She so bad, I let her stand on my favorite sheets
Ain't no playing with me, G-B-C, we playing for keeps (Yeah, yeah)
I got YSL Cologne but I'm walkin' round' in Fendi
I'll jump inside ya home before my bank account is empty
These niggas way too trendy
Your girl a Ugly Betty
I remember counting pennies, now I can't be seen in Penneys
Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone
I'm just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe? Cause' I don't think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks