Fat racks
Put it in the bag baby
Uh huh
Put it on my face
Baby you knowing wassup
Pull up with some tabs
Im tryna slide and fuck
Yeah
Chrome Hearts hoodie all on my body
Baby i'm fly as hell
Every time my ex see me
Man that bitch she wish me hell
But i ain't thinking bout that bitch
That bitch she gone as hell
Man i'm just thinking bout that mansion up in the fucking hills
Man i'm just thinking bout gettin my mama out the fucking south
And then i put her in that beamer now she sliding out
And then i hop up in that hellcat now we riding out
And then i link up with the Dovey and we flying out
Yeah oh
Eh bitch
Im cold
Yeah and im froze
Yeah like the snow
Oh
Whoa
Fucking with that lil bitch
Yeah she took me off my grind
But then i got back focused
Yeah oh shit
Ok on time
And i just want that rollie wrist
It glisten and it shines
Oh yeah my wrist it dance like Michael Jackson in his prime
Oh yeah i'm flossing nah
Got bands then prove it now
The way she hit my line
This dick got her hypnotized
Whoa
I gotta go
Baby you already know
Fat racks
Put it in the bag baby
Uh huh
Put it on my face
Baby you knowing wassup
Pull up with some tabs
Im tryna slide and fuck
Yeah
