Snoozed Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit Talking shit, you get hit with a blick Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick Tell the cops catch up we too quick Tell my ex bitch, "suck my fucking dick" I got too damn hard for that bitch I got two fucking sticks feel like Wick Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit Hop off a jet then hop in my fuckin' bag! Where my chauffeur, tell that nigga come get my bag Fore' I put the fucking racks on his ass Have them shooters come eliminate his ass They don't come in back, until they complete the test Heard ya ass shit lil boy, I swear that, that shit was too trash Go get some food, then I record, swear that this shit need a Plaque Blue benji's, I need some more, I can never get enough that's facts Play with the money, like sport We gon' wet that nigga with no remorse Hop in the rari, hop in a fucking horse I'm with' the gang, even if I go to the dollar store Do I got some money?, of course Lil nigga need a stick, to do his chores Said you want smoke? Okay, send you to the lord That Kel-Tec sing like it got some vocal cords Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit Talking shit, you get hit with a blick Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick Tell the cops catch up we too quick Tell my ex bitch, "suck my fucking dick" I got too damn hard for that bitch I got two fucking sticks feel like Wick Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit