Lyrics

[Verse 1] I look like a jerk in my jerk fit I know some bitches that play Violin Money is up, I came down from the pills Your money look down, I know how it feels Dick still tryna' come up on the acid I want my shawty to bounce that ass Nothing to do, so I cancel my passive Dutch homie, he look like Erasmus Dutch homie, came from the gym Money look buff it just came from the gym Fuck with a white kid, I'm smoking a Benz Fuck with a white kid, I'm smoking your bloodline Fuck with a white kid, I'm snorting a line 152 milly make you go back 152 milly make you go- [Bridge] Back up, back up, uh Get my racks up, racks up, huh? Aye, back up, back up, back up! I'll get my racks up, racks up, racks up! Yeah, flash on, flash on, flash on! Flash on, taking pics with the flash on? Get my belt in it Aye, back up, back up, back up! Let me get my racks up, racks up, racks up! [Verse 2] Okay, you stole my swag but it's okay you need that, aye I see you follow, but I ain't gon' follow back, aye We pulled up with a blunt, we gotta air it out We spin the fucking block, I heard the choppa laugh, uh He came outside but when he saw us, went inside I saw, you pulled up and you fucking went inside Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna, uh Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck gon' kill me? I still wanna die Who the fuck, huh?