Lyrics
Racks bussin' out, G.I.A. when I hop out
Niggas speak on DSC, had my niggas shut his mouth
I just made another dub, I was sittin' on my couch
I just bought a safe tryn' draw blue lines like Sharpie and Crayola
Custo vibin' on my phone while ya' bitch rubbing on my shoulder
Biggest glitcher, trisha out the pitcher straight into the soda
Got a circle full of trappers, what you want? Come place your order
This that get money music, watch a young nigga do it
You ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, I ain't sayin' nothing to ya
She put your pockets in a yoke, she gon' fuck 'cause I make music
I go, I go LV fresh as fuck, I got designer fashion
Hittin' plays, put on the team, feel like I'm playin' Madden
Bitch, we pull up SRT, I bet this kitty faster
Bitch, we pull up SRT, I bet this kitty faster
Overlapping, when you jump inside better have your seatbelt fastened
Last year I was fucked up, now I'm going up, bro said we ain't rockin' the Amiri
This lil bitch do what I say, she do what I want, it feels like I'm talkin' to Siri
Told her to bring me a chase, she bring me a piece, I bet that lil hoe gettin' married
She get a ring, I got a Goyard bag in the back of the Benz
It's fucked up with blues and pinks
Told her I finished and she ain't get off of the dick, this lil bitch abusin' me
Why these niggas keep tryin' pop up in my circle? Like naw, you ain't usin' me
Like Kai how you rap like this, nigga? Kai how you snap like this, nigga
Used to be too fucked up in the brand new Benz, and it cost 6 figures
I-95, hit the road with them jacks, momma sayin' I'm way too in it
G-19 with a shh on the back, tryn' run, can't duck three switches
Goyard and Marni when I'm in the club, and it cost me like four/five digits
All I need is a phone, computer, before the Mercedes was zoein' in Uber
Got no parole sittin' under my seat, I'm duckin' them cops, I'm ridin' with shooters
I'm fuckin' this bitch and he found out, nigga try call me his twin and that lil' nigga knew it
Don't make money, it don't make no sense, ain't chasin' no guap, what the fuck is you doing
Racks bussin' out, G.I.A. when I hop out