see her again

Got the racks comin' in, stones on my hand Yeah, we got that cash, so we boutta spend a band I'm boutta hop in the SRT, yeah, hop in with my friends I'm bout'a hop in the lil' kitty, but after this, I won't see her again After this, I go bye-bye He claim he got mob ties 40 bout'a hit his ride And the 40 sent him to the sky Hop in the whip and I'm gone, ayy, we be skirting till the nighttime Touchin' my pocket, she touchin' my wallet but she ain't not touchin' the nine-nine Touchin' my wallet, that's money, that's funny You don't got none of it Flex in your face for the fun of it All of your hate is irrelevant How should I listen to a nobody All you do is try and be a somebody You a flat one, ain't got nobody Don't even cap, bro, you know you got no shawty I put the Rick on and run it Boy, you a dumb hoe, let's run it You got a bum hoe, she nothing Check out her bum, though, there's nothin' I'm really trapped and I pull the spot, ayy look out, she comin' Fan her away, that girl is gay, I'm in to bads though, she bluffin Got the racks comin' in, stones on my hand Yeah, we got that cash, so we boutta spend a band I'm boutta hop in the SRT, yeah, hop in with my friends I'm bout'a hop in the lil' kitty, but after this, I won't see her again