Wok On Ice (feat. 917 Rackz & Josh White)

Is that Chris I got words that can kick him today Tds and Chevys, but really O.A. So my guys in the U.S. was breaking the bank, whoa If I could un-hunt it, I might give you 20. Look, mami, I'm keeping it close, uh I swear to god, all these bitches be bugging, I promise they finna get tossed, uh Racks, what would you do for that internet fame? And I look at that bitch in a ignorant way Ttold my ooter to do it different day So considerate My ooter don't talk he illiterate All these racks that I'm getting legitimate She coming back now, but it's different Racks, I'm off the pill, I'm tweaking and I'm fidgeting We be in the field, ain't no conditioning Big world playing good at my position And I'm moving smart, not surprised that we done fell apart I'm hard like you're breaking my heart Talk some more, guess I'm an emon, I'll fill up the cart Making this shirt red, art, making this turf red, pew, pew, pew, pew We finna fill it with darts, pow Racks, racks, racks, racks I put that wok on ice I made that big in me slop all night