Rax

(Hook 1:)

Wake up its back to RAX

Big backwood filled wit heart attack

I don’t even mean to brag

Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack

I just had a spaz attack

Nü age villains boy we on that bag

Road rage Red gut dash

Want two Ms a mill and a mag

(Verse 1:)

Big bands hangin my pants

Nü age stick to the plan

I don’t want friends I want Ms

Travel buy out the land

Big bad wolf you a lamb

Go yard wallet don’t fit all these bands

Jug that man and his mans Pack didn’t touchdown in France

She like my drip told her Bon appetite

4 deep u know me I came wit the heat

10 racks for me cause that money I fiend

Kent loon not fufu stay fuck around from me

Smoking on Russian cream my bitch Russia

Born in Colombia but Chinese my father

Rolling up ganja I feel like a Rasta

Fucked on yo bitch she said I hit it proper

Riding round town go call up my shottas

I do not give a fuck about you I’m sorry

Find you today have you missing tomorrow

She throw that face she know I don’t do convos

I need a queen, Griselda Blanco

Up dog shit dog food like Ralo

I make bands you drown in your sorrows

(Hook 2:)x2

Wake up its back to RAX

Big backwood filled wit heart attack

I don’t even mean to brag

Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack

I just had a spaz attack

Nü age villains boy we on that bag

Road rage Red gut dash

Want two Ms a mill and a mag