[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah)
I sleep on my racks, you don't give a fuck about that, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Run up on me, I know that you feel the push back, yeah
Slide in that big body tank, I slide in that big body track, yeah (I slide in that big body track, yeah)
Yeah, we get you shot down real quick, we got that flak (we got that flak, we got that flak, yeah)
Wavin' that flag, you know it's my time I can't go back
Run this shit up to the top, yeah, lil' bitch, you know that we stack (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
I keep that gun like Jack, when you see me pull up you know that it's bad (mm, yeah)
Yeah, we get you lookin' real sad, yeah, yeah, we over here, wе droppin' them mags, yeah
[Verse 1: h4yden]
(yeah)
Got you lookin', likе, what the fuck?
I got too much money over here, yeah, got like too many bucks
I don't give a fuck, pull up big body truck, yeah
Slide in that tank, you ain't fuckin' with us
Shots bust, you're lookin' like what the fuck?
Yeah, I get you dancin', I get your hoe ass read like a stanza (yeah)
I throw a couple racks at your bitch head like I'm in a bonanza (yeah, yeah)
Why you ask all the questions?, like, I don't know the answer (mm, yeah, mm)
I got that flak gun when I ride in my Panzer
I keep that fire, run up on me and you gettin' hit with my blammer (gettin' hit, let's go)
Lock your ass up, lil' bitch, I put you in that slammer
Called up on cutter, yeah, he gon' hit you with that fuckin' hammer
Dah-dah-dah-dah, top shotta Ray sound like he work a jackhammer
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
I sleep on my racks, you don't give a fuck about that, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Run up on me, I know that you feel the push back, yeah
Slide in that big body tank, I slide in that big body track, yeah (I slide in that big body track, yeah)
Yeah, we get you shot down real quick, we got that flak
Wavin' that flag, you know it's my time I can't go back
Run this shit up to the top, yeah, lil' bitch, you know that we stack (yeah, yeah)
I keep that gun like Jack, when you see me pull up you know that it's bad
Yeah, we get you lookin' real sad, yeah, yeah, we over here, we droppin' them mags, yeah (yeah, we over here, we droppin' them mags, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: !KE]
Told that lil' hoe she gotta wait a minute (let's go)
Baccarat table, we throwin' them digits, .762 go straight through his fitted (okay, okay)
Ride 'round the town and you know that's tinted, ride 'round the town with plenty ammunition (yeah, yeah)
Sorry lil' baby, I don't wanna kick it, I gotta run it up, know they dependent on me (oh, oh)
Tryna bust down way more than a pendant, lookin' like I play in the pro league (yeah)
These motherfuckers start clonin', sorry lil' buddy, but that shit not for me
I'm tryna get rich now, fuck I look like workin' at 40 (40)
Bad hoes tryna work that back meat, fuck around, put it towards me (woah)
Uh, run up in the damn bank, tell them motherfuckers that I need more cheese (yeah, more cheese, yeah)
I'm tryna stay out the way, let the speakers bang, baby up the DB's (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna go, go to [?] up, hot one, like, 100 degrees (degrees)
I said "Fuck that college", I dropped out, I ain't want no degree (yeah)
[Chorus]
I sleep on my racks, you don't give a fuck about that, yeah
Run up on me, I know that you feel the push back, yeah
Slide in that big body tank, I slide in that big body track, yeah (I slide in that big body track, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we get you shot down real quick, we got that flak (yeah, mm, mm)
Wavin' that flag, you know it's my time I can't go back
Run this shit up to the top, yeah, lil' bitch, you know that we stack (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I keep that gun like Jack, when you see me pull up you know that it's bad (bad, yeah)
Yeah, we get you lookin' real sad, yeah, yeah, we over here, we droppin' them mags, yeah
[Outro]
Take your eyes, we gon' make you realize
That shit low hangin' fruit, we gon' deal with that shit right, yeah
Move like Rashee Rice, if I catch, I catch it twice
Let's play spin the bottle bitch, we gon' see who really die