Yeah, huh, yeah

Racks on top of racks on top of racks on top of racks

I ship packs out to the east and plus the south, bitch, fuck the west

Try to slime me out, suggest you watch yo' mouth 'fore you meet the TEC

Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out, leave ya stretched

Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out with them fully at yo' neck

I know **** out there, slide down to your house just for a check

All these bitch **** say they slime, bitch, why you lyin' just for the 'net?

You pay yo' shooters fifty grand, my shooters slide for somethin' less

I'ma ship the pack out to the trap house

**** run up, he get blacked down

We gon' spin, where yo' ****'s trap house at?

Ain't no way you finna back down

I'ma walk down with the gats out

You get pushed back, you get whacked down

We go band for band, pull yo' racks out

Man for man, pull yo' hats out

Slide down with a stick, ****, blackout

Five-star shooter, might pull yo' Max out

Big body talkin', might get ya' backed down

Plug made out for a round, crash out

50K bands, might go and cash out

**** tried to slide, lil' twin backed out

Face to the game, but you'll get lagged out (Ugh)

Slime

I run around with that stick on my side

**** tryna run up, bet that fuck **** died

Ayerp slide down with a ARP

With a flash that'll leave ya ass blind

I'm the type of **** hop out with a big 15

Lil' Dev hop out with a 9

Go over the bad bitch house, see, I'm really tryna fuck

But the ho keep talkin' 'bout signs

Huh, walk him down with baby Drac', call ROP, we snatch yo' brains

If my shooter shoot for shoes, imagine what he do for chains

Next up with them baby 9's, Ayerp slide just like we Payne

I'm that type of ****, I'm gon' fire in a 1v5 'cause I'm insane

(Shh, frrt, slime)

Yeah, huh, yeah

Racks on top of racks on top of racks on top of racks

I ship packs out to the east and plus the south, bitch, fuck the west

Try to slime me out, suggest you watch yo' mouth 'fore you meet the TEC

Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out, leave ya stretched

Call up James, oh, he the type creep in bushes, pop out with them fully at yo' neck

I know **** out there, slide down to your house just for a check

All these bitch **** say they slime, bitch, why you lyin' just for the 'net?

You pay yo' shooters fifty grand, my shooters slide for somethin' less