(Yeahhh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)

Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)

Yeah (Skrt)

Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)

Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah

Went too fast up in that coupe, you know they can't see us, yeah (Can't see us)

You know I'm dripped in chrome, broke **** can't see it, yeah (Can't see it)

I live for my soul all the way, and I follow Jesus, yeah (Amen)

You know that we mopped your whole block you getting straight cleaned up

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)

Yeah I don't make songs with these rap **** they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)

Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)

Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)

Yeah counting these racks they see it

Yeah these broke **** they can't see it

Fuck with my **** and we gonna T up (T up)

Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it

Yeah signing that contract know we read it

Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)

Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it

Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

Yeah when I'm going outside Ima keep my pistol

You say you for the gang lil **** don't switch up (Don't switch)

Bout to drop these hoes finna hit my bitch up

I'll sign your shirt, I don't do no pictures

I tote with that glock, yeah we gonna get you (Get you)

Yeah wipe a **** nose down with some tissue (Tissue)

Yeah lag on the switch but you know it's gonna hit you (Hit you)

Got shot in his chest, lil **** who hit you?

We in war we on attack (Ohh)

Chop hit him down, now he passing

Got my switch up, now it's lagging (Woo)

Get with my fame live in lavish

Got that guap you know we taxing

Yeah post my tape and I got traction

I ain't worried bout y'all finna get my racks in

Put him in a box ship him off in a package (Yeahh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)

Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)

Yeah (Skrt)

Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)

Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah

Yeah, streets of rage, walk em down I keep my pistol tight (Yeah woah)

Yeah I don't make songs with these rap **** they all suck I ain't gonna lie (Oo)

Yeah my shooters they switch up on your block we hit you in your eye (In your eye)

Yeah we making a hit every day on the top of the charts do it every time (Woah)

Yeah counting these racks they see it

Yeah these broke **** they can't see it

Fuck with my **** and we gonna T up (T up)

Yeah I don't pay attention, yeah I can't see it

Yeah signing that contract know we read it

Yeah your hoe for the gang all the way she teaming (Teaming)

Yeah pray for your soul to the Lord you need it

Yeah open up there like a book gonna read it (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeahh)

Sitting back count my racks yeah (Count my racks)

Yeah I hit my label, you know I need my check yeah (Ooo)

Yeah (Skrt)

Hoe you ain't all that yeah (Ain't all that)

Yeah we getting up to that top you know we next yeah (Yeah)