Cant Tell

Don't tell me 'bout racks that I Make I inna Week yeah you Can make racks but I can Double your check too much Weed in my System I might Geek till I pass out Bad bitches all on me they Heard that I get The bag only 15 and i don't mean to brag Check out my swag check out My pants (yeah) Watch the way I sag Cost a lot just to be here (uhh) Nah you can't get it like this (uhh) You can't get it like me (what) I'm 100% better than you I Don't get why You still disagree (what) Can't you see by the stats fans Posting Their wraps and I'm Always there Diamonds on me fans fucking Glazing for Me I'm rising and They raising off the Cocaine They treat me like a god off This Drugs I feel like a god You a wanna be that's why you Hang Around with the fakes I'm king valley and I Hang Around with the goons I'm geeked and I'm popping Shrooms When I'm geeked I fly outta Town can't tell You shit you Turn to the news I'm the best I know you could Tell but you Ain't got no clue Excuse me pardon me get Out Of my way the chair is waiting For the King that's me Getting all this money man I Just switched My verse chrome Heart beanie then I mix It with the Balenciaga vest You gotta chest trap my bullets Cause They all come from the Underworld I done pulled up then I swerved And I Know for a fact they Turned they back on Me I cant keep up with the same Gang they all Talk shit behind My back Got her a goyard bag then she Left me for A cunt