Infiniti (feat. Delemos)

Which one of y'all's kane Groovy ass nigga I be runnin' through the bowls baby k not a drake but the back part fold I ain't makin noodles but trap got bows got a load of the exotics but I still got lows Racks made racks in the rental in tennessee suspect lost he was in a infiniti Eight hundred on some jeans that was stitched in Italy Auntie called with a script for the trish and it tickled me Perk turn me up yea we bout to get groovy trish in my sprite I don't know about a roofie Glock with the switch bitch spit like a uzi bought a thirty call me back talkin bout he feel woozy Bro, calm down, that's the symptoms Racks got dope, but Springfield like the simpsons Bitch I don't want pai where tristian riding past the v a gotta play on liscum Where the perks at where the perks at she want crack cocaine but I don't serve that Where the lean at where the lean at I pop perk please don't tell me where the beans at Perk be my ass and I swear I need a rematch niggas rappin' bout them racks, but can't tell me where them g's at Better ask the last nigga with a point to prove I got a ARP i'll point at you I don't beef with pigs yeah, nigga I never mix oink with moo Racks in the rental lil' nigga know I'm trapped out Put some tint on the rental and you know it's gettin' slapped out Niggas think shit a game to the chop make him lag out Pop em with the 40 like that nigga had a bad mouth Yeah I'm poppin' out with a big loaf Deli gon' bubble on these niggas like dish soap Damn, diamonds hittin' like a disco Boss hit me with a cup then ask me where the Trish go Don't ask me my cup, you can't hit that trish quay wok high tech I sip that Good yerk five perk tens I flip that When you niggas start gettin' money I missed that Yeah you know you niggas ain't gettin' no pay Been knew they was a dollar short and a day late Fly to Cali for them bows treat it like a vacay Poppin' in the foreign off the lean I'm just tryna stay straight Cough syrup and the cream soda yeah, it taste great Yeah we really gettin money and you niggas play play Fake stones and that peace, man you niggas foo gay Yeah I'm sippin on Wok I ain't sippin dusse I'm a cold-ass nigga yeah if I do say Niggas pounds do do brown like what uncle dook say Where the Quay at where the wok at I put this bitch in sport mode and I shot past Lost your racks tryna keep up with your broke ass I'ma keep on rackin' up make em mo mad