racks/AMBOTH (feat. 354)

All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes racks All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these Your hoes wanna f*ck on me Ass too fat like my pockets got shame I'm in the lobby like 354 Got a Wasian calling my name I don't run 'cause Dogs will chase I go school Just for my ladies When we fuckin' I keep on my chains I like to sleep real tight with my bands You was calling up her phone I make her Hot hot hot hot Copped a new AP I clean it I go Huh huh huh huh She like "Bora why you in my DMs you just want f*ck huh?" Baby you know I'm here for one thing pipe down light some runtz yuh Highest fashion Bitch gon' hold my weight gon' break her back Fucking elastic Stretch that hoe she like it I ain't no holding back Drug fanatic I pop me an X now I might blow some racks Automatic Chop your head made your vision fade to black All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes Racks All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these hoes All my bands on these Racks I got racks My verse is my tax huh Got blood on my checks 'Boutta ice out my ice uhh Pull up we ready to slide Like the national team I'm on sky 34 wrapping up East Be acting like I'm running without no eyes Running cold without the ice Copping Balenci don't look at the price Yuh Slimy I'm hardly inside She was so bad had to put on the lights Yuh G59 on the flight I was just fucking then told her goodbye They say that I'm one of a kind Just like it's TV they watching my life yuh I just got a new bitch on my hater list I need my Prada shades Ran this money on a pinnacle that bread it's hard to make 354 and G-Tops like we drunk out the Holy Grail Crucifix my ops I hang them I grab 'em by the tail I don't be rocking no idols She wanna f*ck me she idle Throw that hoe like my cigarette Still kissing on my dick like it's Bible We the new Billie Jackson Michael Got chrome hearts on my rifle Carry so hard my back hurts Need a surgery for my spinal