Letras
I got big racks stuck up in these Balenci' jeans
This ain't freeze tag, when I catch him he gon' freeze
Like a Maybach put an M all on his head he gon' see
Pour that lean back sorry I been living out all my dreams
Told her pop two she wanna jump on the wave and she wanna surf
I'm getting high too I'm charging minimum ten racks just for a verse
All these hoes why they calling my phone? I might just take em' to church
He want the smoke, even though he doesn't know we can just make him into merch
What's the word?
Yeah
What's the word?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's the word? (Yeah)
Yeah
What's the word?
Yeah, yeah
I'm not wasting time (huh, huh)
I need it now
I'm not wasting time (huh)
I need it now
My first ten I fell right in love (fell right in love)
Touch my hands then my eyes lit up (then my eyes lit up)
I'm going fast no one passing up (no one passing up)
We got them tax no one's taxing us
I ain't been the same ever since insane I lost my mind (my mind)
We got everything and anything, you'll find, just hit my line
She want a wedding ring but I bought that AP just for the time (huh, huh)
Could buy anything but these racks can't buy me some peace of mind (huh, huh)
I got big racks stuck up in these Balenci' jeans
This ain't freeze tag, when I catch him he gon' freeze
Like a Maybach put an M all on his head he gon' see
Pour that lean back sorry I been living out all my dreams
Told her pop two she wanna jump on the wave and she wanna surf
I'm getting high too I'm charging minimum ten racks just for a verse
All these hoes why they calling my phone? I might just take em' to church
He want the smoke, even though he doesn't know we can just make him into merch
(Huh) Problem put it on merch (huh)
Problem popping the perk (huh)
I'm tired but still doing work (huh)
I'm high but still on earth (huh)
This life I want, it hurt
Whip fast, I swerve (huh)
Count that money like a nerd
Which pack I serve
'Bout my business, yes sir
When you see me, yes sir
Me and my twin jus' left the spot
I think they see the insurance
(Ugh) finna say ugh
Think that's this my twin, my cro'
I jus' landed on this soil
I'm in all black they think I sold my soul
I need five mill or more (huh)
I need six wheels or more
Big body on road (ugh, huh huh)
I told my bro let's go, show for show (huh)
We could make twenty more
(Ah) I got big racks stuck up in these Balenci' jeans (ugh)
This ain't freeze tag, when I catch him he gon' freeze
Like a Maybach put an M all on his head he gon' see
Pour that lean back sorry I been living out all my dreams
Told her pop two she wanna jump on the wave and she wanna surf
I'm getting high too I'm charging minimum ten racks just for a verse
All these hoes why they calling my phone? I might just take em' to church
He want the smoke, even though he doesn't know we can just make him into merch (huh, huh)