Prince Vegeta (Freestyle) (feat. Sg Nina)

Shawty throw it back cause I got some racks I don't trust nobody, y'all turnin' into rats I be killin' all the opps, cut em' down like some grass Hope I don't die young, I be livin' too fast Hope I don't die young, pray to God I don't crash I'ma do anything and everything for the cash Y'all rockin' fake diamonds, it be lookin' like glass I be smokin' on loud, be quiet or get clapped First you gotta spend it, then you gotta make it back I'ma run it up and make haters have heart attacks If you think bout runnin' up on me, you high on crack If you think bout runnin' up on me, I turn you to a pack Shawty throw it back cause I got some racks I don't trust nobody, y'all turnin' into rats I be killin' all the opps, cut em' down like some grass Hope I don't die young, I be livin' too fast Hope I don't die young, pray to God I don't crash I'ma do anything and everything for the cash Y'all rockin' fake diamonds, it be lookin' like glass I be smokin' on loud, be quiet or get clapped Everybody freeze, it's a stick up I got racks that I gotta go and pick up If it ain't about the racks don't call my phone, baby I don't wanna talk, leave me alone, bae If you mess with me, you might not make it back home, bae I be with the steppers you gon die if you try These boys full of lies, I can see it in they eyes I got the type of drip that you can't even describe All my opps scared to come outside Cause I might catch a body, I got tattoos on my body I ain't scared of nobody, I am not your buddy I just want the money, I am not no dummy That's why the racks, they keep on comin' I be sippin' lean, my cup so muddy Killin' me slow, but it feel so good Ain't got a Glock you can't come to my hood Better watch your back, yeah, you gon' die soon Yeah, the chopper go boom (Yeah, the chopper go boom) Shawty throw it back cause I got some racks I don't trust nobody, y'all turnin' into rats I be killin' all the opps, cut em' down like some grass Hope I don't die young, I be livin' too fast Hope I don't die young, pray to God I don't crash I'ma do anything and everything for the cash Y'all rockin' fake diamonds, it be lookin' like glass I be smokin' on loud, be quiet or get clapped