Racks on racks on racks on me
Got like 500 hundred and I put that on Dee
Send like 10 shots through the dark I mean
Krueger seen Freddy killing all of your dreams
Bish I lean
Huh?
Bitch I'm mean
Median mode out the range
Top and I drop
Bullets gon fly
Lead in your body
Your brain
Shawty an astronaut
Floating I’m Hasslehoff
Fucked on the casting call
Now she a Grammy award winner
Aye
Murdered her nigga I’m David
I heard he a rapper but I been the king of this shit
Swore on the Bible that she don’t serve idols
A heathen no typo she swinging my dick
I got the Midas aint no one out like us
Our difference in niceness
Is space in my ship
I don’t fear none of you niggas
Them bitches is narcissists
Narcan to end a addict
All you internet rappers are fake as all fuck
And I’m here corrupt on your disk
Hooligan drip
Know if you push imma T
And your momma got someone to miss
Flip and I Kick
Dip
Slide on your bitch
Look
at the flick of the wrist
Put on my letterman
Flyer that I ever been
Melanin
Popping and settling
She wanna come but the
Link up been tentative
End all my sentiments
Ghost I’m inanimate