Medeillin

Racks poke up out the jeans Racks poke up out the jeans On some shit from Madelline on some shit from Madelline Racks pokin' out the jeans I can't think without my weed And all I speak is Guapanese We was servin' all the fiends And I used a triple beam And we higher like Indeed Had to triple stack my cheese And I like her on her knees When I f*ck I feel fatigued Man, I'm ballin' out the league I just spent a couple Gs On some shit from Madelline I'm the one that got the bag I'm the one that got em mad I'm the one that barely talk But I'm the one that's on your ass I'm a baller, check the stats I'm a dog, but in a cat I'm the one that's with the smoke But I don't want no cataracts Don't call me if your phone is tapped I hit licks up on this jack In an hour, made a stack spend it all and made it back Junkies in and out the trap Warrant sap, I got a sack I know that the back door But I'm still gon' watch my back Yeah, I like my money blue in a coupe I'm with my boo I got power, I'm the truth in the club not in a suit How much money I done blew? Got a shot for you and you Bitches comin' from my angles Man, I don't know who to choose Racks pokin' out the jeans I can't think without my weed And all I speak is Guapanese We was servin' all the fiends And I used a triple beam And we higher like Indeed Had the triple stack, my cheese And I like her on her knees Man, I felt I feel fatigued Man, I'm ballin' out the league I just spent a couple G's On some shit from Medilline I like to smoke gelato I sip straight out the bottle My shit from overseas And my plug name is Pablo My whip got forgiatos Keep a gun wherever I go They don't love me, I know gotta watch the cards that I show They don't love me, I know But I got some hoes who follow My gun like to sing And this bitch can hit a high note I was broke with high hopes She gon' cream whenever I stroke She keep goin' through my phone I switched her name to five-zero I'm in a push to start No, you don't want no war I paint a nigga, block then take pictures of my art In a push to start No, you don't want no war I paint a nigga, block then take pictures of my art Racks pokin' out the jeans I can't think without my weed And all I speak is Guapanese We was servin' all the fiends And I used a triple beam And we higher like Indeed Had to triple stack my cheese And I like her on her knees Man, I f*ck, I feel fatigued Man, I'm ballin out the league I just spent a couple G's On some shit from Madelline