Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Docks
Songwriter
Levi Simon
Songwriter
Nathan Bond
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Bitch I'm pullin' up with the mac
Long clip, matte black
Imma pull up on your bitch
With the stick, run it back
Get the guap lil bitch, get the bag
Imma slide on the opp
In the scat, that's a pack
Rep a .9 .45 with the scope, how it act?
Get that bitch and imma show her how to tote
That's a fact
Sending shots to the dome
Drop 'em down where they lack
Got me slidin' on the opp and droppin chrome
We attack
Aye
I could pull any bitch, man it's automatic
Pussy, fame, love, baby I'm a big fanatic
Damn girl I knew you'd put that shit on
When I walk into the bank
I'm like "Honey, I'm home," aye
Look, you know my baby light weight
A few shots deep
Says "I love you" on a first date
Don't fuck with me or I'm poppin' the trunk
Don't wanna catch you lackin'
Or I'll hit you with the p-p-pump
Aye
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Pull up with the crew
Red laser on the head from the tool
Pull the trigger now they dead
How we do, I'm a killa
I gotta stay ahead of the rules, we deliver
Leave the body on the bed and we mute
Count the cash
Get the bank up when it flashed
Bitch wait
Gotta keep it straight
In your grasp, no faith
Now we ridin' in the wraith goin fast
Double take, no v8, v12 on the brake
Aye
My glock two-tone
I don't block hoes just cop a new phone
I don't wanna hear the talkin'
Imma shoot ya while ya walkin'
If she bad bring her back, lil shawty get the bone
Got a brand new chain, always starin' at my neck
You a bitch, why you mad, pressed at an sms?
She a bad lil thang, pretty face red dress
If she wanna come through
Slide her my address
Aye
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Bitch I'm racked up
See my guap, got it stacked up
Ain't no opp, make 'em drop
Get my backup
Push a lil pussy boy bitch, give the bag up
Boutta count this money from the blick
When it flashed up
Writer(s): Nathan Bond
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