5YRS

I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top Disstressed on my fashion, got them bitches beggin Not stressed at all, I know my life gon' be amazing How you step out with no flair, man, that shit really crazy Get yourself some swag up, don't step too close ima spray it Don't step too close, I'ma spray it, 20 for 20, slaying If the beat is trash, I'll make it by myself, no need for paying I don't care about no sayings, all I want is payments I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype Some shit that I can never do, I do that shit for mine They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top Too much flex like I'm in the gym, you ain't nothin' but a bitch You ain't got no movement, I move like I'm Usain Celine, Dior, Chanel, I put it in everything That's my lil' mama, I swear, that's my lil' thang Maybach cream seats, you ain't up to this Forgiato on the wheels, I don't sip no tris Lame-ass rappers wanna diss me, but I'll rest in piss them Raise your voice another time and I'ma up the pistol I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind, yeah Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine They gon' ask who we are Five years later and they know we on top Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol