Uh, yeah, ayy

I was spendingg racks with some fine hoes

Bring them to the crib it was like five doe

Doing all these drugs I lost my mind though

Yeah, ayy, ayy, get it back

Riding in some foreign shit, you ain't catching it

Damn I hate a boring, bitch, that can't make me laugh

Baby, I been scoring shit, just check out my racks

I might drop another tape, cause I'm tryna go on tour

I don't even want that bitch, why she say the word, demure

Baby, I like fucking sluts, baby, I like fucking whores

I was living out my mama crib, no time to do no chores

Yeah, I can do that shit because I can

Give her perk work, I ain't pop no Xan

She ain't go to church today cause she gon' sin

Tell that bitch that I can't date, but I'm her friend

Ayy, I went mindless

New designer on my body, got no stylist

Why lil sos taking off, he got no rocket

Tell the bro, C.P.O, it's time to pop it

Ayy, racks, racks, racks on my mind though

Smoking on this pack, can't see my face, they call me John though

Fuck the bitch then passer to my brother, bitch, I'm Rondo

I don't give a fuck about no feelings cause I'm slime, hoe

I don't even wear no fucking watch, don't waste my time, hoe

Wake up in the morning, counting racks cause it's my time, hoe

Bitch, I don't even like the sun, but I'm gon' shine, hoe

Left the lil Bitch, she call my phone, like what you crying for