[Verse 1]

I’ll never know why these niggas be tryna compete

He pushing up in a old ass Volvo, I’m pushing up in a Beam, ok

These niggas hate but they all on slow mode

I’m tryna get to the green

He tryna get like me, My lifestyle changed and they hate to see

Spent me a band up in Saks no stimmy, this shit straight from the streams, (ha!)

Tell’em catch up, you can’t get close to me

Ok, racks came up, now a nigga always flee

Hop out the A6, I’m finna race it, I’m finna hop in the GLE

That bitch she basic, I can not take it

I can not give you a thing, (no)

I gave my heart out, had a bitch break it

Now I’m in love with the cream, (ha!)

Roll me a joint up, I’m finna face it

I can get high as the tree’s, (on God)

I got me oxy, I’m finna take it

I’mma enjoy the ease, uh

[Hook]

I sip too much might act up

Glock on me my backup

Fuck nigga better just back up

Yeah

I ain’t playing I need my racks up

Bitch ass nigga tryna act tough

Broke ass bitch wanna lap some, (x2)

[Verse 2]

I ain’t playing I need to get racks to the finish

I be getting these racks like the God of tennis

I’m whipping this bitch with your broad up in it

I’m Tired of hearing your non' opinions

I know most of these niggas is lame as shit

These racks on me, they chasing it

Got guala on me that the bank can’t get

I’m upping the ante won’t change a bit

I get lit then a bitch I can’t see when I walkout

Bad bitch with me finna see what the top bout

I’m riding dirty the fuck is a cop bout

Niggas can’t hoe me cause I got a Glock now

I walk out with my niggas we suit up and rock out

Opps is mad, they want me to stop now

Can’t give a fuck I want plenty of guap now

These niggas was hating so I had to block out