Lyrics

[Chorus: Slayer Montana] Bitch I'm racked up like i'm Roy I can play with them bands and make her trick all on us I'm counting the bands real slow Your bitch wanna hit my phone when it gets real late at night She catching that flight if I send that message on go I'm rocking out all my shows in a all black fit, I feel like the dark knight Me and my brothers go Chrome Heart on, we look like some medieval knights Your bitch wanna hold on me tight I told her she can chill but she can't stay the night Yo pass me a soda, i'm tryna go mix that Sprite I'm catching a flight to collecting that bag Your bitch wanna fuck me real bad I told her i'll be right back before the end of the night She protecting my back while i'm counting these racks [Verse 1: Slayer Montana] She a up that stick and that's no doubt I love fucking these bitches then giving them doubt I went to the bank and they told me I had a large amount I'm throwing these racks and i'm making it rain I'm smoking on chronic to cover the pain If you really love me tatt my name up on your chest We shooting from the neck up, not at your vest You better start running them racks up lil bitch i'm on the road I'm catching them plays and i'm running the racks like cdlab i'm on the go I'm in that motherfucking Lamb truck Pushing this bitch all the way to the moon I told i'll see you some time in june Yeah let's go [Verse 2: Tristan Dior] Yeah, I'll see you some time in june Got hoes and they pulling up soon The G Class Benz is a coupe Bro pull up, hop out and shoot I'm high as hell i'm reading the room a little too much Red cup in the cup holder of the Bentley truck, yeah I got a gun with a laser beam Balenciaga shoes, size 13 You don't got a car but you got a Rollie Getting high as fuck in her garage I live life like i'm Nicki Minaj Yacht party, this bitch parked at the dock She popping that pussy, the champagne popping I'm in New York with the gang and we mobbing I had that bitch cheat on her man, he not watching I dropped me some racks now her panties is dropping I'm whipping that Tesla, i'm not even driving Got hoes overseas yeah she coming from abroad She think I sell drugs but i'm more into fraud I'm fucking rich bitches, I don't got a job Bitch i'm racked up like i'm Roy Looking at the stars in the panoramic roof in a Panamera Porsche Label made a offer but I need a little more Racks on me like a Monopoly board She sipping vodka and doing coke You getting money but you still a joke Swim in that pussy, we fucked on a boat My ex bitch still want me, I told her to cope I pin that bitch down like i'm Cody Rhodes I keep it on me, I never got robbed Ain't tell her my name I told her it's Todd Ain't tell her my name I told her it's Bob I'm not supposed to, I got in with a rod I'm doing drugs in the V.I.P. like i'm the boss She left me in the past yeah it's her loss Now she tryna come back, I cut her off I break her off, cut her off You not VLAD at all Pull up in foreign cars, these not american cars Bitch got a Amex black card, she could buy me a car I'm in first class like I got upgraded and i'm geeked off a bar I was in the club just making money, you was taking shots at the bar I'm push starting the Lamb Diamonds on my neck you know they dancing She on Onlyfans and Fansly I'm in the BNB drinking on henny Shots at the opps, he got hit in his stomach Deep in her pussy, I got that bitch cumming Kiss on her neck and I got that bitch humming He got a problem, he not gone do nothing She looking at me and I got her blushing Bitch i'm racked up like i'm Roy [Chorus: Slayer Montana] Bitch I'm racked up like i'm Roy I can play with them bands and make her trick all on us I'm counting the bands real slow Your bitch wanna hit my phone when it gets real late at night She catching that flight if I send that message on go I'm rocking out all my shows in a all black fit, I feel like the dark knight Me and my brothers go Chrome Heart on, we look like some medieval knights Your bitch wanna hold on me tight I told her she can chill but she can't stay the night Yo pass me a soda, i'm tryna go mix that Sprite I'm catching a flight to collecting that bag Your bitch wanna fuck me real bad I told her i'll be right back before the end of the night She protecting my back while i'm counting these racks