Ayy, and make sure I got everything

before we leave this motherfucker

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Racks, check, packs, check

Run, huh, down with the slatts, yeah

Went too brazy with the sack, I got plaques on plaques, yeah

I speak facts, yeah, walk down these tracks, yeah

Everybody walked down your bitch, she a doormat, yeah

Diamond bag, yeah, in my trenchcoat

Boba spits every time she suck my dick, woah

I'm not DTP, but I'm rockin' big clothes

She addicted to these diamonds, so she walk through the door

What the fuck?

My bitch look way better with her hair down and no makeup

He can't help you reach your dreams

baby, he don't make enough

I swear you the number one on my team

baby, what you hate me for?

That shit remind me of jello when I put you in handcuffs

I swear I love you, yeah, them other hoes be in the mix

She went bananas on my dick, for now, she let me split

She said she love me first

but I love her more than she love me, that don't mean shit

Yeah, yeah, two-tone gold, got yellow and white on my wrist

Fight Night, I'm up all night, pussy, I'm beatin' it up

Borjan for the coat, think I need a double cup

I got Chrome Heart on my Carhartt, yeah, I put on that stuff

Actual Hate belt on my waist, I hope you holdin' up

Give a fuck 'bout how they feel

I swear to God, I never gave a fuck

I'm burnin' bridges, yeah

watch your heart melt, it wasn't love

I kill a bitch, just like O. J

my hand don't fit the glove

Racks, check, packs, check

Run, huh, down with the slatts, yeah

Went too brazy with the sack, I got plaques on plaques, yeah

I speak facts, yeah, walk down these tracks, yeah

Everybody walked down your bitch, she a doormat, yeah

Diamond bag, yeah, in my trenchcoat

Boba spits every time she suck my dick, woah

I'm not DTP, but I'm rockin' big clothes