[Intro]

(CaptainCrunch presents)

(You're trippin', buddy)

(BetterOffDead nigga)

[Chorus]

Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone

She was callin' me, on the phone

Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone

She was on me, well, I gotta go

Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone

She was callin' me, on the phone

Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone

She was on me, well, I gotta go

[Verse]

I was out in New York

Smoke another Newport

Hangin' with a bad bitch, damn, I feel like 'Too Short'

Smoke another Backwood

And another Newport

Now I'm in a black car, hoppin' out the back door

Diamonds like a rainbow, she should have a halo

Now I'm gettin' bankrolls, stackin' up my payroll

Damn, she look like Kat Stacks

Damn, shе look like J. Lo

I was just with Pesos, rollin' in a Wraith though

I'ma Kamikaze, shе was all up on me

Tryna take her phone out, like a paparazzi

Oh? Is that your shorty? Why she tryna talk me?

Why you in DM, when you tried to block me?

[Chorus]

Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone

She was callin' me, on the phone

Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone

She was on me, well, I gotta go

Runnin' to the racks, now I'm all alone

She was callin' me, on the phone

Runnin' out of work, now I'm all alone

She was on me, well, I gotta go