Yeah, countin' racks Yeah, yeah (Do that) Ooh, hop out flexin' Yeah, Vivi' necklace Yeah, B.B. on my jeans, she tell me I'm so reckless Yeah, know your ho gon' hit my line, she call me precious Yeah, know you know I'm sick lil' nigga, don't get infected Yeah, hahaha, yeah, suicide Yeah, do or die, I got my tool in pride Yeah, move inside, yeah, boolin' right Ain't no blood but I go brazy, yeah, stupid right? Yeah, yeah Ain't no blood but I go brazy, yeah, stupid right? Hop out suicide, do or die I need an arm and leg, told her to give me some head You know Lil Neezy be all 'bout that bread, yeah, run from the feds Hop out the coupe and go straight to a jet, yeah, yeah Breaking her back now she breakin' a sweat, yeah, yeah I'm bout the money and these niggas cap Say he want beef then we swerving all black Rob for your shit and you can't get it back Been it, we walk, what we do for the sack Choppa go stupid, it's hitting your back How stupid is that? I'm super slimey, I'm cat in the hat, yeah, the cat with a gat and I'm makin' them scat Don't get slapped, slide in my woadie, I whip out the chopper, then leaving them flat Need me racks, I was just tired of being broke, so I went and got me a sack Why everybody so lame and they floppin' their gang, switching, we do not get on that Yeah, yeah, we don't do that I need an arm and leg, told her to give me some head You know Lil Neezy be all 'bout that bread, yeah, run from the feds Hop out the coupe and go straight to a jet, yeah, yeah Breaking her back now she breakin' a sweat, yeah, yeah