Wreck

I just walked in with that fire
He can get hit with that nine, nigga
Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah)
Racks on me, I ain't signed yet
Uh, way too high, think I need a private jet
Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck
Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)
Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Told the labels, cut the check
FN make a nigga wreck
Made a hundred off the internet
And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet
Took his ho, no, he can't get her back

Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked
All these racks just like an ATM
Bitch, I fell in love with cash
Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off
Bitch, I'm cooling in the back
Yeah, that nigga fell off, and he still ain't shaking back
And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash
Yeah, ran off with his bag
Uh, ran off with his cash
Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass
Left my old ho in the past
Got a lot of niggas mad

I just walked in with that fire
He can get hit with that nine, nigga
Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah)
Racks on me, I ain't signed yet
Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet
Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck
Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)
Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)
Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Told the labels, cut the check
FN make a nigga wreck
Made a hundred off the internet
And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet
Took his ho, no, he can't get her back



Credits
Writer(s): Keandrian Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link