Rita
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
I'm feeling the sun my feet in the sand
Go play wit yo self don't play wit my bands
From morning to night Bitch I'm gettin it in
They heard I was up trynna come by my friend
I really came up yeah I'm making it happen
Buss down chain with a Louie V jacket
Don't look at my plate I'm not splitting my rations
I'm out in Paris just checking the fashion
Straight to the Stu uh huh let's go
Hop off a plane for a new meat roll
I need me a stack that ain't never gon fold
Ion got friends but a nigga got bros
Can't get off my grind cuz I'm bound to be rich
My bro say he slime how slime do it get
I know some bloods and I know some crips
I swear you gon die if you shoot and you miss
314 I'm straight from the Lou
Show me sum shit or Lil Bitch you gon move
She in my face trynna see what I do
I'm not yo bae I don't mean to be rude
Put them diamonds on me and all on my bitch
Take a trip overseas just to shop wit my clique
I'm bout to blow like osama and shit
They cooling me down cuz I'm hot n this bitch
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
I'm feeling the sun my feet in the sand
Go play wit yo self don't play wit my bands
From morning to night Bitch I'm gettin it in
They heard I was up trynna come by my friend
I really came up yeah I'm making it happen
Buss down chain with a Louie V jacket
Don't look at my plate I'm not splitting my rations
I'm out in Paris just checking the fashion
I spend a lot when it come to my drip
Bitch wanna fuck cuz she looked at my kicks
I'm outta town and they lovin the kid
Racks in my hand it's like ink in a squid
Fuck all these niggas put trust in my choppa
See through the niggas I feel like Hinata
Fresh than a bitch like a bag of ciabatta
Show you some racks but won't give you a dollar
Bitch out her mind think I'm gon be her man
I already heard that you got onlyfans
But that don't mean I won't get in them pants
Suck it so good she put me in a trance
Lil bih gettin mad she throwin a fit
But that's too bad cuz she not my chick
I'm on the beat so no I can't miss
Turn me up in the Stu I just made me a hit
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
I'm feeling the sun my feet in the sand
Go play wit yo self don't play wit my bands
From morning to night Bitch I'm gettin it in
They heard I was up trynna come by my friend
I really came up yeah I'm making it happen
Buss down chain with a Louie V jacket
Don't look at my plate I'm not splitting my rations
I'm out in Paris just checking the fashion
Straight to the Stu uh huh let's go
Hop off a plane for a new meat roll
I need me a stack that ain't never gon fold
Ion got friends but a nigga got bros
Can't get off my grind cuz I'm bound to be rich
My bro say he slime how slime do it get
I know some bloods and I know some crips
I swear you gon die if you shoot and you miss
314 I'm straight from the Lou
Show me sum shit or Lil Bitch you gon move
She in my face trynna see what I do
I'm not yo bae I don't mean to be rude
Put them diamonds on me and all on my bitch
Take a trip overseas just to shop wit my clique
I'm bout to blow like osama and shit
They cooling me down cuz I'm hot n this bitch
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
Might throw all my racks in the air
I'm smoking exotic I walk down the beach
And I feel all the wind in my hair
I'm feeling the sun my feet in the sand
Go play wit yo self don't play wit my bands
From morning to night Bitch I'm gettin it in
They heard I was up trynna come by my friend
I really came up yeah I'm making it happen
Buss down chain with a Louie V jacket
Don't look at my plate I'm not splitting my rations
I'm out in Paris just checking the fashion
I spend a lot when it come to my drip
Bitch wanna fuck cuz she looked at my kicks
I'm outta town and they lovin the kid
Racks in my hand it's like ink in a squid
Fuck all these niggas put trust in my choppa
See through the niggas I feel like Hinata
Fresh than a bitch like a bag of ciabatta
Show you some racks but won't give you a dollar
Bitch out her mind think I'm gon be her man
I already heard that you got onlyfans
But that don't mean I won't get in them pants
Suck it so good she put me in a trance
Lil bih gettin mad she throwin a fit
But that's too bad cuz she not my chick
I'm on the beat so no I can't miss
Turn me up in the Stu I just made me a hit
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Writer(s): Korey Watts
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