Feed the Streets 2 (Intro)

Bitch, I done married the racks Bitch, I done married the racks I get racks We'll start like that I get... yeah I get racks Louis backpack on my back I put the city on my back I put the city on the map Promethazine and codeine in my double cup Niggas know I'm big dog, you a puppy Put that bitch in my car and she love me I can't never get too buddy-buddy Keep that MC Hammer, they can't touch me A lotta clips and mags, they tried to bust me 'Cause you know I got the racks bussin' I got out the mud 'cause I had to ball To get a new tennis for my bitch I make the package do backflips To get a new Patek on my wrist Got a new automatic that's on my hip Niggas talk 'bout the bag but it don't exist This that new drip designer, it cost me In the back of the 'Bach, she gon' show her tits I was that nigga when I was in the streets Watched my uncle whip the dope and push the ki' She wanna buy the brand new 'Rari She want the ring with the flawless cut baguettes I went to jail and came home, had to run it up Got the new diamonds on my neck Now all these bitches want is sex I just shitted on my ex I got this shit out the harder way Call up my dog Derez Nigga, I crashed the Chevy Then I came back in BM-dub Now these bitches wanna be next to me 'Cause I got a pocket full of dubs Since I got the Rollie, I got stuck up I can't even give these bitches too many hugs Pushin' in a Phantom, got the mink on the rug That bitch say she know me, Roddy Ricch You know I fuck it up, yeah Nigga I was really jumpin' out the traps Pushed the Chevy with bananas in the back I be chasin' that bag nigga, had to get them racks in I been rockin' Balmain, and your nigga shop at Pac-Sun