[Intro]

Totally, totally

Totally, totally

Motherfucker, hrr

[Chorus]

Uh, track mode, track suit, track pants (Ha)

Rack man, rack made, rack dance (Ha)

Uh, Patch Five, Patchmade, Pac-Man (Ha)

Cartiers? Fuck no, Ray-Bans (Ha)

[Refrain]

Drop that, drop that, drop that boy

Where all the bitches at? Can you make some noise?

I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta, I'm tryna come get ya boys

Speaking of pussy boys, you get some money, fix your toys

[Verse 1]

The way I, uh, the way I, uh, you'd think my tendons sore

Yeah, this a Hell-kitty way the engine roar (Skrr)

Can't help but start feelin' pity when ya piss poor (Broke bitch)

One eye on the rack, feel somethin' like a Remy Boy

[Chorus]

Uh, track mode, track suit, track pants (Ha)

Rack man, rack made, rack dance (Ha)

Uh, Patch Five, Patchmade, Pac-Man (Ha)

Cartiers? Fuck no, Ray-Bans (Ha)

[Verse 2]

Little lady actin' shady

All-black rims on a big Mercedes

Puttin' shit on, it's somethin' like gravy

AR-15 in the Navy, woah

G6 popped, tryna reach my peak

It's GG, it's a makxs-made beat

It's not worth, you could never compete

Birds in the trap better shut they beak

Gucci everything, I'm so on fleek (Oh, yeah)

White kid tryna rock Off-White

You could be me never in your goddamn life

I just dropped somethin' in the goddamn Sprite

True Religion jeans, I'm prayin' to Christ

G5, G5, G5, knife

Be my, be my, be my wife

Right hand, right hand, wrist on ice

Bieber, huh

Servin' Justin Bieber to the tweakers (Yeah, yeah)

Riri, don't ya wanna dance? Reverse

Could somebody please inform me, what's a free verse?

You must be out your top, you think the bitch ain't picking me first

[Refrain]

Drop that, drop that, drop that boy

Where all the bitches at? Can you make some noise?

I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta, I'm tryna come get ya boys

Speaking of pussy boys, you get some money, fix your toys