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Lyrics

[Intro] (This beat ProdByRTB) [Chorus] Racks in my denim jeans (Racks), I'm on Promethazine (Nah) Sauce it like I'm fettucine (Fetty), you see my whip is clean (It is) Pull up and your bitch is gone (She gone), but she couldn't stay long Now you callin' like a bill collector on her mobile phone (Brrt) Slidin' down the highway (Highway) on a Friday Thinkin' 'bout some blue face (Faces), I caught a new case Pop another Percocet (Perky), I got a toothache [Verse] Hold up, don't you lose me (Uh-uh), I'm rockin Gucci (Guwop) I be flexin' on the haters (Yeah), they wanna shoot me Motherfuck the other side (Fuck 'em), they wanna do me Shittin' on 'em like a bird (A bird), I ain't say a word Hell, these bitches goin crazy (Cray-crazy), like I'm Howard Stern Glock on my Louis belt (Glizzy), cook you like a chef (Cook 'em) I get high like Michael Phelps (Uh-huh), watch the water whip Then it blow up like a blimp (A blimp), I'm fresher than a pimp All these racks in my pocket (Racks), make a nigga tip Ice all on my Cuban links (Links), should've wore a mink Fifty bricks, they up for grab (Grab), I got Cuban links They kicked me out the five star suite (Five), they say my weed stinks Where you get that money from? (Where?) Bitch, I signed with Brinks Nigga, I don't fuck with you (Uh-uh), don't act like you do That outfit don't look good on you (Uh-huh), they wearin' hater suits I just snatched off in the coupe (Snatched), this car is hater proof I'ma scream until they do it (Do it), free my nigga Hunt Streets say that I go too hard (Uh-huh), I'm like, "What the fuck?" I ain't goin' hard enough (Nuh-uh), a hundred million bucks (Uh-huh) Remember days in that cell (Cell), it was hot as fuck Now this jewelry cool me off (Cool) and my pocket stuffed VVS's is in my mouth (Oh yeah), I come out the South I came out the rain or drought (Uh-uh), real niggas out Took my girl to DOA (DOA) just so we could play I was broke the other day (Uh-huh), but it's a different day I'ma do what's better for you (What's better?), and that's mandatory You wanted love, who love you? (Uh-huh) What's that credit to you? Rob you like I'm J. Gotti (Oh yeah), I'ma stay solid Call this gun Joe Spike Lee (Joe), it shoot everybody (Grrah) Slidin' down the highway (Oh yeah) on the Friday (Friday) Shorty, she was too fine, I did a bare face [Bridge] Damn, I rapped the whole beat? Already? [Chorus] Racks in my denim jeans (Racks), I'm on Promethazine (Nah) Sauce it like I'm fettucine (Fetty), you see my whip is clean (It is) Pull up and your bitch is gone (She gone), but she couldn't stay long Now you callin' like a bill collector on her mobile phone (Brrt) Slidin' down the highway (Highway) on a Friday Thinkin' 'bout some blue face (Faces), I caught a new case Pop another Percocet (Perky), I got a toothache [Outro] Hold up, don't you lose me, I'm rockin Gucci I be flexin' on the haters, they wanna shoot me Motherfuck the other side, they wanna do me Shittin' on 'em like a bird, I ain't say a word