Letras
Yeah, try to stop me but you can't do that
Posted on the front and I can't go back
And you say you on the run, n***a go do the dash
And I hope you got racks, and I hope you got racks
If I tell you the truth, baby, would you be mad
Would you love me more I need to know right now
And she gave me her hand, told me hold it tight
We finna jump off the map
Finna jump off the map, and land right in these racks
While you goin' out sad, had a chance to get bags
I done spent alot of stacks on, balency, yeah yeah
Finna turn up my lady, I know y'all hoes mad
I know y'all hoes mad, I'm like, where's your bag
Dress my shooter up in Vetement, for he blast yo ass
Why you scared to serve in the hood, ain't got no pass
Explain to me how you finna get these racks
Explain to me, ain't it hard to see Fuck your jealousy, it ain't none for me
Baby come here girl, was it meant for me
You can tell me now, secret diary
I won't tell a soul
I'ma get that roll
Get my pockets fat
Got that benji flow
Niggas playin' around
Fuckin' up that pole
They ain't believe in me
Now look at you tho
Unh, unh, unh, rockin' LV on these niggas
Unh, unh, unh, I might go BB on niggas
Unh, unh, unh, everyday getting fly, nigga
Unh, you say you flyer than me, you lyin' lil' nigga
Yeah, I'ma vet, I am not new to the shit
Yeah, she like ah pet, she finna lick and go sit
Unh, she is ah freak, she is not new to the dick
Yeah, don't play with the bag
You can get smacked for these chips
Try to stop me but you can't do that
Posted on the front and I can't go back
And you say you on the run, n***a go do the dash
And I hope you got racks, and I hope you got racks
If I tell you the truth, baby, would you be mad
Would you love me more I need to know right now
And she gave me her hand, told me hold it tight
We finna jump off the map