{Intro}

Nate

GloryTee

[Chorus]

Racks they fit in my pocket

These niggas they just talkin'

I told that lil bitch to stop it

Bro got a frrrrr

Bro got a gun, he gon' spark it

I got the green like a martian

[Verse]

Uhh, I'm in this bitch and I'm sick, yah

Look at my fit cost yo rent, yeah

Smokin' on gas by the cent, yeah

Wock and it still got me bent, yeah

All black windows it's tint, yeah

She wanna come to my place

Chains on my necklike a slave

That bitch a thot can't be saved

Nigga you don't wanna race

These niggas broke and its tragic, yeah

I got a line Ima pass it

Drug test I won't pass it

These niggas talkin' then pass it

Ima be back on my dad shit

Put that lil' boy in a casket

That nigga be on that rat shit

She like that I be on rap shit

I need somе cough syrup

Have anybody got syrup?

Please don't try to bе a hero

I need the money, dinero

You keep that blick, I don't fear hoes

That boy get shot like a b-roll

You fake, I see through the peephole

My bitch she bad and I'm [?]

Yeah, these niggas keep on dissin'

I'm sippin' drop yeah, the tristin

She wanna fuck yeah, I get it

I'm finna run up some digits

All of ya'll rappers some bitches

Look at my neck it's pissin'

Y'all niggas got me pissed off

Police they took my dawg

This bitch annoyin' fuck off

You don't like me fuck y'all

Fuck y'all

Yeah, fuck y'a-

[Chorus]

Uhh, Racks they fit in my pocket

These niggas they just talkin'

I told that lil bitch to stop it

Bro got a frrrrr

Bro got a gun, he gon' spark it

I got the green like a martian