RACKS CANT FIT

I-I-, I-I-I-I-, I-I-, I-I- I'm tryna' move in the whips Rap so fast that I got me a lisp Chrome Hearts jacket with a Chrome Hearts stick Y-Yeah, what can I say but I'm rich I'm with lil' Cee and we running this shit Run through the bag, while I run through your bitch Number (N)ine bag so big Bag so, big but my racks can't fit in I'm finna' die smoking 'za Passing this bitch like I'm passing a ball, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Model hoes at my crib, grabbing my drawls Tryna' go suck on this dick Bad bitch in my whip Ass so fat, how the f*ck can she sit? I've been rapping so long, since a lil' kid Still ain't drop no misses Tha-, tha-, tha-, tha-, tha-, tha- That boy got me mad he tryna' be a human punching bag My AK going ape because it got a banana mag This Glock from the future It looks like we playing laser tag The money I make is lucrative yeah I got 'bout like fifty bags Bitch I'm going stupid every time I hop on a track you know I spaz The amount of grams I keep on me, read the back of a Coca-Cola can Bitch I'm robbing the bank and I'm taking the loot, man, I feel like dirty dan Feel like GTA, Los Santos beach, leave your body in the sand bitch GloWorld shit Bitch we Rank1, we not rank 2, we not rank 3 F*ck is you talking about I-I-, I-I-I- I'm tryna' move in the whips Rap so fast that I got me a lisp Chrome Hearts jacket with a Chrome Hearts stick Y-Yeah, what can I say but I'm rich I'm with lil' Cee and we running this shit Run through the bag, while I run through your bitch Number (N)ine bag so big Bag so big, but my racks can't fit in