Broke niggas need a job, they be sharin' pants

I'm addicted to the racks, you allergic to it

Kickin' flavor, got your bitch listenin' to my music

I told her sock it to my pocket, "You can't talk to me"

Hella racks on a nigga so I walk funny

Big chop with the drum, that's a whole hundred

I put the wop to his face and he froze up (Froze up)

You a bitch, you the type to go roll it up

It's hella racks up in this shit, you gotta focus up

I got the map for this shit, I'm the chosen one

She ain't got no tricks, so I guess she's a poser, huh?

All these blue strip—