Lyrics

[Intro] Uh what? Aye, aye, aye, relax Wait, relax Yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa, yaa [Hook] I just hit a big lick I threw her out the doorway I fucked that lil bitch dog I told that bitch go away You can not smoke with me I'm [?] and I don't [?] I brought all my dogs with me My niggas they all paid Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks [Verse 1: J $tash] Pour 4 up in a Fanta I'm rockin' Gucci sandals I fucked her on the camera Met that bitch down in Atlanta I'm sellin' Danny Phantom I ride in a brand new Phantom I'm on them pills, she say, "It's kinda hard to understand him" Seen the Rolex, now her boyfriend, she said she can't stand him You know i'm gon' flex everyday, can't take that shit for granted I pull up in that coupe I drive by they be like,"Oooh" Stupid fruity swag, diamonds wetter than a swimming pool [Hook] I just hit a big lick I threw her out the doorway I fucked that lil bitch dog I told that bitch go away You can not smoke with me I'm [?] and I don't [?] I brought all my dogs with me My niggas they all paid Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks stacked on top of them racks, racks stacked on top of them racks, racks, racks [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Money counter, keep the hunnids around me Blue cheese got my pockets sloppy Broke rapper, ain't got no shows Drop a hunnid four times in a row Relax My trap nigga bring the pounds of the gas Richwater take a dive splash Can't buy her a purse, but i fuck her, she bad Rich Forever blue cash Trap money, put a mil in the stash 2 phones, plug callin' me back Cut her off, I was chasing a sack Relax Count a half a milli, I'ma flex in your face Mo' racks, drop a bag in the safe M&M's, Goyard on my waist. [Hook] I just hit a big lick I threw her out the doorway I fucked that lil bitch dog I told that bitch go away You can not smoke with me I'm [?] and I don't [?] I brought all my dogs with me My niggas they all paid Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks Racks sitting on top of them racks Racks sitting on top of them racks, racks, racks