Racks on Me

Yea aye ayeee Running through the trap Wit these racks on me aye aye Flip a pack 4 me Bad bitches yelling out slatt For me Make it slap for me Young nigga toting that strap For me In the trap no sleep I been getting straight to the bag All week Bitch bad she a freak I got some hittas That kill for me yeaaa Shit get real for me Bad bitches saying they feeling me Cook a meal for me Wilding out There ain't no chill with me Catch a kill with me Ain't asking for much But If you build wit me Keep it Real with me Hang with the trenchiest thugs Told that ho I don't need none of her love Needed the pain and I wanted the drugs Needed a stain when she needed a hug This stress on my brain I get lit till I'm stuck Ain't counting your blessings You silly as f*ck Remember they called me To really get up Hands folded Standing In front of the judge Curve em I told that lil bih she a dub Swerving we making our way to the plug Working its urgent this paper we touch Too busy grinding to nurture the love Plotting and scheming so who can I trust Every transaction I get me a rush If he keep chatting we getting him touched If that boy ratting his tail gettin cut Spinning blocks like a tornado We get to shooting like halo Boy imma g no fazo Stitches or maybe some staples Bitches don't even say thank you Keep talking spice till we spank you huh Baby I'm flyer than Angel's I could get kurt wit the angles aye aye Is your life worth the fenego? This is real life not a fable Running through the trap Wit these racks on me aye aye Flip a pack 4 me Bad bitches yelling out slatt For me Make it slap for me Young nigga toting that strap For me In the trap no sleep I been getting straight to the bag All week Bitch bad she a freak