(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

June, you're a genius Hitmaka Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road ragе Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see I got the blessings of an Angel everyday on me Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf Work, wonder what's up under my shirt Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched Nigga, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hood And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin' But moments in the past just made me who I am That's why I don't run from it Keep it one hunnid Anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em Get a little money then double level Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope To Puff Daddy standin' with me in Chinchilla Road run, Rubberband Man Made a 100 mil' off of 50 grand man Well, goddamn My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview I got people askin' me, "What the fuck done got into you?" I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't How you make the gun go on safety? It don't You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat Heard a nigga say he want smoke Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more I ain't really up for no arguin' Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin' Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket I be outside totin' carbon With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon I just put the Patek on a throwaway Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon Big body Rolls give me road rage Swervin' in an Aston Martin Shut up, sucka nigga, get up Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up Foreign, automotives all in my lawn Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin' Trap to the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now But you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid Fuck what all 'em other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin' Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it Started sellin' crack for employment Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent Get the suckas out the way and get rich Blockin' my path Boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch I'm a vet' at this shit And all I ever been was authentic 20 years I been handlin' my business Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies Buyin' everything on the west side of the city 'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about T.I.P So what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P? Nigga, beg your pardon

Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whipper Pyrex Ayy, Pyrex, uh, cook up Yeah, uh, this shit finna be hard as fuck, slime No cap, fuck you thought it went? Ooh, stop trippin', goddamn Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah, these pockets on Benjamins (uh) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets, it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen Fuck that ho so good, she had to repent (uh) Gotit up all of a sudden, didn't need no hands (Gotit up) In the hood with a Glizzy right on my ten Big shark in the tank, yeah, feel my fins (woo) I can get the Glock and squeeze it like a lemon, oh (let's go) I take his top and twist it red just like it's Trippie, huh (woo, woo, woo) I used to window-shop but guess what I be spendin' now (I'm spendin') Yeah, we send his locay, that what we had spinned around (go) His bitch actin' bougie, that why I had put her down (let's go) Yeah, it's time to go and show her, hold on, look around (hold on, woo) Yeah, bitch, show some (uh), thick lil' shit, gon' throw some (racks) Her pussy so wet, no odor (know it), new freezer, hell nah, new frozen (shine) Big snake in the grass, no vulture (big slime) Big body gon' shoot, no knows us (big body) I'm the man (with the plan), and I do them Xans (let's go) Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah, these pockets on Benjamins (uh) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets, it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen (talk to 'em) Why you ain't paid your dues? Always on Instagram talkin' 'bout moves (woo) Yeah, this a two-door too (what), but we got different goons (grr) Got the same food (woo), but I got a different groove (let's go) These not the same shoes (uh), my Gucci got the swoosh (Gotit, Gotit) Yeah, these bitches try to catch on to us, slidin' on blocks like it got lube (skrrt) I keep vibes up in the loop, I told her how the bitch gon' sit on boo And them facts, yeah (shh), you knew that (don't do that) I was goin' through that, no, we got racks (talk to 'em) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, I'm gettin' so high (woo) Nah, nah, nah, nah, pass this drip down to your crowd I taught you what should be, my child, you ain't gettin' tough, you just gettin' loud (let's go) Stay in lil' boy's place, stay out my mouth I'm gettin' cash now, took a different route (woo, skrrt) Racks on me, shit, these pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Got racks on me (racks), but pussy niggas tryna envy me (yeah, yeah, yeah, brr) I'm at the tip-top, these niggas can't get to me (Gotit, I'm at the tip) Got Gucci flip-flops with fur, yeah, all the way in (woo, woo) Racks control my life like Sims now, I used to wear Timberlands (racks, me in LA) They say, "Hood Baby, you a Crip", nah (Rollie wet), these pockets on Benjamins (yeah, they came in) Ah, yeah, I'm havin' Percocets (woo), it got me divin' all the way in (Percocets) I ain't goin' back and forth, your pockets on lint These niggas ain't playin', they'll do it to the pen

Big boy slimes Bitch, I'm big Slatt, big boy slimes Yeah, all black suit, this drippin' Saint Laurent (Laurent) Yeah, Forgiato, suicide doors, we got 'em Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big, big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big Step on the scene, stop wildin', yeah Fuck around me and Lil Gotit, yeah Brand new Audemar [?], yeah Brand new AP, no time wasted Shit don't phase me, I'm 'bout it, yeah (Bah-bah-bah) No Plain Jane, they ain't watchin', yeah They'll fuck around aim at your noggin Empty your pockets 'fore you get hit with the rocket Yeah, slatt Gotit (Wah-wah-wah, ba-da-da, yeah, yeah, yeah) Take 12 on a chase, yeah, I'm gone (Wah-wah-wah, yeah) In L.A. smoking dank, yeah, it's somethin' like kush (That dope) Ain't [?] pussy, baby, I don't want [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Souped-up Porsche then take it on days (Slatt), yeah, one on one (One on one) Baby girl got cream, Come and kiss my ring (Let's go), yeah, I got a ton (Racks) Ran shit up now I'm livin' my dreams, Yeah, I'm havin' some (Wah-wah-wah) You a broke ass nigga, Ain't nothin' like me, yeah, you a lil' boy (You sad, yeah) Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big, wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah), yeah, yeah Like it ratchet, I see ass up at Magic (Turn up) Feel so up now she act classy (Talk to 'em) Ain't burnin' myself, I live [?] Bitch, go on the curb (Curb) You belong to the trash Still can't think how the fuck I made it You poppin' on the real now you heard [?] (Like I'm paid, yeah, yeah) Look, I just checked out the Westend, Westend (Damn) Gotta fly out to the next event (Goddamn) Sit back, count my bless, my bless (On God) All this money, it's a blessin', yeah (All this money) Can't fuck with no broke nigga (Can't fuck, no) Nigga make me sad, get that nigga a tissue (Achoo) Hatin' ass niggas, can't bless you, bless you Fuck nigga ain't get the message Lil' shit (Damn, goddamn, bow) Hate when a nigga so extra, yeah Ask me shit like Alexa, yeah (Alexa) Stop askin' me all them questions, yeah No pressure, yeah, no cap Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big), yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm big (Big), big (Big), big (Big, wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah) Bitch, I'm big (Wah-wah-wah), yeah, yeah