[Intro]

Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav

Ayy, let's go, ayy

I'm in this bitch no flat with Kenny

Ayy, they ask me how many shots I got, too many

Ayy, I'ma just shoot until this bitch finished

[Chorus]

Racks in my hand, I'ma pop my shit

Won't play man to man, whole gang on blitz

Designer on me, I look like a lick

Bought a big-ass Drac', I'ma shoot 'til it quit (I'm shootin')

So many players, I don't know how to act

I'm having rack after rack (I'ma have it)

If he punt me a pack, I'm runnin' it back

Like Ray Lewis, I need a sack, on gang

[Verse 1]

I run this shit like Lamar Jackson

Them niggas ain't street they just be actin'

Play me a beat like A center I’m snappin'

.32 in the Glock, I'ma work my Magic

My rap is real I'ont do no cappin'

Nigga shot up my house and I caught him in traffic

Tryna flip his car like a project mattress

Like a round of applause, Li Heat get to clappin'

Would've caught me a body, but the K had jammed

Now the MAC best friend like Gina and Pam

Price went up 25 for a gram

I'm taxin these niggas like I'm Uncle Sam

Everytime I score I dance like Cam

Feelin' like Todd Gurley, I slid in the ram

Li Heat been dunking, feel like Lil Bam

Treat these hoes like a dunk, get behind and I slam

[Chorus]

Racks in my hand, I'ma pop my shit

Won't play man to man, whole gang on blitz

Designer on me, I look like a lick

Bought a big-ass Drac', I'ma shoot 'til it quit (I'm shootin')

So many players, I don't know how to act

I'm having rack after rack (I'ma have it)

If he punt me a pack, I'm runnin' it back

Like Ray Lewis, I need a sack, on gang

Racks in my hand, I'ma pop my shit

Won't play man to man, whole gang on blitz

Designer on me, I look like a lick

Bought a big-ass Drac', I'ma shoot 'til it quit (I'm shootin')

So many players, I don't know how to act

I'm having rack after rack (I'ma have it)

If he punt me a pack, I'm runnin' it back

Like Ray Lewis, I need a sack, on gang

[Verse 2]

I forgot how to drill but the Glock I carry

Like a Lil Ceasars pizza I'm hot and ready

Seventeen in the Glock I ain't doin no risk

Damn the opps take names they keep on tellin'

Got nothin' for a bitch but the dreams I'm sellin'

Got the gas at school I'm knowin' they smell it

Like Fredo, I pop out and bang

Treat the Glock like Mariah, I up it and sing

Put a scope in the stick so I got a lil' range

I'm runnin' this shit like my name Mane

Might slide on the opps in a Jeep

Sleepin' on me, so I took all the sheets (Took 'em)

I'm a real street nigga bitch I play for keeps

Addicted to racks and I just can't help

Spending shit on myself, I swear I'm selfish

Rock out with the stick like my name Elvis

Off a Perc', I'm chillin', ain't ringin' no bales

[Chorus]

Racks in my hand, I'ma pop my shit

Won't play man to man, whole gang on blitz

Designer on me, I look like a lick

Bought a big-ass Drac', I'ma shoot 'til it quit (I'm shootin')

So many players, I don't know how to act

I'm having rack after rack (I'ma have it)

If he punt me a pack, I'm runnin' it back

Like Ray Lewis, I need a sack, on gang

Racks in my hand, I'ma pop my shit

Won't play man to man, whole gang on blitz

Designer on me, I look like a lick

Bought a big-ass Drac', I'ma shoot 'til it quit (I'm shootin')

So many players, I don't know how to act

I'm having rack after rack (I'ma have it)

If he punt me a pack, I'm runnin' it back

Like Ray Lewis, I need a sack, on gang