Hold on, wait
Sacks, packs, caps, crack, tracks
Make a nigga lot of racks, stack racks, that's facts
I'ma push it to the max, max, max, max, max, max, max
Ho, relax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax (Hold on)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hold on, wait
Sacks, packs, caps, crack, tracks
Make a nigga lot of racks, stack racks, that's facts
I'ma push it to the max, max, max, max, max, max, max
Ho, relax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax
Sacks, packs, caps, crack, tracks
Make a nigga lot of racks, stack racks, that's facts
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, think that I'm wakin' up
Swear you can miss me with your fake bio, I know you made it up
Ayy, I gotta see it just to believe it
I want some money, but I do not need it
Is you gon' starve the gang or feed it?
You just want part the fame
You hot beause you're cap, cap, cap, cap, cap, cap
You on drugs, no, you don't trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
All that gangster talk on wax, wax, wax, wax, wax, wax
Get you sprayed up like some Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe, Axe
Don't even flex, you should relax
He seen a text, start runnin' laps
If we ain't cool, can't give you dap
I took this shit, can't give it back
You say this shit I'm sayin', I flex
Don't wanna fight with guns, relax
I jack the plug, not buyin' packs
So high, I missed my flight at LAX
I'ma push it to the max, max, max, max, max, max, max
Ho, relax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax, 'lax
Sacks, sacks, packs, caps, crack, tracks
Make a nigga lot of racks, stack racks, that's facts (Damn, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Lil' bitch
If I want it, I gotta have it, I got a habit
And it's trappin', trappin' trappin', trappin' trappin'
Gotta get it, complete my mission, nigga, get them digits
Fuck sittin', waitin', get up and get it, get up and get it
Nigga, don't make me up that K for it
No, I ain't rushin', but I can't wait for it
They ain't stop makin' pistols when they made yours
If I ain't got it, then I'ma take yours
Wait, hold on (Hold on)
Cookin' up, got money on the phone on hold
LA hot as fuck, boy, how your heart so cold? (Cold, ayy)
You know your stack ain't big enough if it still fold, ayy
Get it in and get 'em gone, get that shit sold, ayy
Still makin' moves on the road, ayy
More than one strap in this load, ayy
Boy, it's a case in this car (Damn)
With choppers, it's not a guitar
Rob, where you been? Nigga, I been gone
Used to make plays on my Obama Phone
In the money mind zone, change up timezone
Now I'm so damn fly that a nigga fly home
That ho you fuckin', I know you paid for it
Your car go fast, but that bitch ain't foreign
Why you flexin' straps? We know that ain't yours
Kill a nigga for some stacks, but I won't change for it
If I want it, I gotta have it, I got a habit
And it's trappin', trappin' trappin', trappin' trappin'
I gotta get it, complete my mission, nigga, get them digits
Fuck sittin', waitin', get up and get it, get up and get it, ayy
Ayy, nigga, don't make me up that K for it
No, I ain't rushin', but I can't wait for it
They ain't stop makin' pistols when they made yours
If I ain't got it, then I'm gon' take yours
Ayy, nigga, don't make me up that K for it
No, I ain't rushin', but I can't wait for it
They ain't stop makin' pistols when they made yours
If I ain't got it, then I'm gon' take yours
(Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious)
