Helle Racks (feat. XV Roses)

I'm oding when I'm booted, I'm a pull up on my ex
I be chilling in the burbs, trapping out the cul de sac
Flip a brick, it made me rich and I just flip a quarter pack
I just gave that bitch my number, going ghost, ain't call her back, yeah

Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah

Pussy lame won't fight me here
I just spend a night in hell
Wanna say I'm pussy so I fuck his bitch I might as well
Wello moving shiesty, yeah
Rocking Off-White Nike's, yeah
Copper catch me running but my brodie know that I ain't tell
I'm a villain, yeah your hero scared of me
All you pussy sweet I'm feeling like I'm eating Dairy Queen
I got that bitch crying, swear to god she tearing terribly
Said your new man is a Cancer well I'm Chemotherapy, yeah
Say fuck everybody
I just pop a molly
Say she wanna link I fuck round fly her out to Bali
Fuck the NJPD I'm a dash inside a Maserati
Hate me cause you jelly of the water that all on my body

Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah

I got helle racks, busting out the prodigy
With Gucci slippers on me walk on water like a prophecy
It get hard to drive when all these bitches get on top of me
And get to topping to me, I'm on the top there ain't no stopping me
Bitch I'm hot like lava
Still a kid but I'm mature enough to put dick in your mamma
Ain't no stick on me but that don't mean that I'm not with the drama
They say I'm the G.O.A.T. so don't compare me to no fucking llama
You don't want no fucking problem
Brr, brr
Brand new Gucci jacket with the fur
Me and bro we keep a gadget tucked, Dr. Doofenshmirtz
Shawty said that boy was acting up, let me shoot him first
If you ain't talking money I don't wanna hear a word

Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
Bitch get back
Bitch get cracked
Rich for a fact
Talking shit like where he at
Fuck a hoe she very bad
Louis V on every tag, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah
I got helle racks, yeah



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Writer(s): Benjamin Carl
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