[Intro]

Got me some racks, nigga thought I changed

Twenty-something thousand, spent it all on chains

Still hanging with devils, big bro want his brain

Fill his shit up with metal, tryna give him a name

(Got me some racks, nigga thought I changed)

(Twenty-something thousand, spent it all on chains)

[Chorus]

Got me some racks, nigga thought I changed

Twenty-something thousand, spent it all on chains

Still hanging with devils, big bro want his brain

Fill his shit up with metal, tryna give him a name

Dumb-ass nigga tryna touch my hoes

Turn his ass to a lick, put it out on thе floor

My lil′ bro want the word, all he need is a go

SRT hit the curb whеn I slide with them fours

[Verse 1]

SRT hit the curb, I skrrt off like a line

Freaky bitch with me, she always be lyin'

Pop the perc, boot me up, hеat it up like an iron

Take like fivе to the head and then break that ho spine

Troll on the ′net but this shit is for real

When them switches start blastin', you ain't got no shield

Turn that smurk into Backwoods, his partner gon′ squeal

Boy, I ain′t no rapper or actor so chill (I ain't no rapper)

Hit the ho once, got her knees start bustin′

Big-ass Drac', but this chopstick Russian

Don′t piss me off, boy, I'm tappin′ that button

Don't like to fly, rather drive with my gunners

Thirty-five shots, I'm KD with the Thunder

Needed some head, I bought the bitch some bundles

If you need to meet up, you better come with numbers

[Chorus]

Got me some racks, nigga thought I changed

Twenty-something thousand, spent it all on chains

Still hanging with devils, big bro want his brain

Fill his shit up with metal, tryna give him a name

Dumb-ass nigga tryna touch my hoes

Turn his ass to a lick, put it out on the floor

My lil′ bro want the word, all he need is a go

SRT hit the curb when I slide with them fours

[Verse 2]

I get to trippin′ and spinnin' whenever

The drank kick in, can′t handle myself

He steady talkin' ′bout killin' ′em, but ain't

Really puttin' in work, boy, you put that to bed

BTS, that′s the motto, know we on the shelves

Take the rest out the yoppa, cook shit like a chef

She done took the whole bottle, ho tryna get yelled

If I know your next move, I ain′t playin' shit fair

[Chorus]

Got me some racks, nigga thought I changed

Twenty-something thousand, spent it all on chains

Still hanging with devils, big bro want his brain

Fill his shit up with metal, tryna give him a name

Dumb-ass nigga tryna touch my hoes

Turn his ass to a lick, put it out on the floor

My lil′ bro want the word, all he need is a go

SRT hit the curb when I slide with them fours

[Outro]

SRT hit the curb when I slide with them, yeah

Ayy, oh, for real

Dumb-ass nigga tryna touch my hoes