Full Hands Freestyle!
(Big racks)
(Big racks)
(Yea I got the money, bitch)
Got racks
Tall stacks
Full hands
Big plans
Fuck a bitch from the back, know she got a mans
She ain't gettin' paid but ill make a bitch dance
Drip so hard yea you'll be slippin'
Ballin' really hard yea im feelin' like Pippen
But I ain't the one who's bitch been trippin'
I be in that Maybach drop top whippin'
Pop out wearin' VLONE or Polo
Run up on me but I ain't ridin' solo
Got enough cash to put a price on your head
Talk your shit you might end up dead
You a fake ass bitch yea you be on tar
Press me one more time and you'll be layin wit the white chalk
Don't fuckin' play with me cause i won't fuckin' play with you
Catch you when your solo now the yellow tape surrounding you
Yea I grew up in a different place, a different race
Bro im from the hood unlike you, but you can get a taste
Next time you better not hesitate
Run up on me one more time and you won't see another day
More bands in my pocket than your bank account
Plus your bitch tryna hit me up for another round
Imma fuck her in the V8, yea im livin' it
Then I take her for a ride and we fuckin' whippin' it
Yea we whippin it
Pull out the Henny and then we sippin' it
Then I'm finna pull up to the club lil hoe
Makin' bad bitches all drop, get low
Smokin' dope till i can't feel my face
You know i be fuckin' up the speakers with the bass
Everybody here so high we in space
Started off with hella drugs but we ain't leave a trace
Got racks
Tall stacks
Full hands
Big plans
Fuck a bitch from the back, know she got a mans
She ain't gettin' paid but ill make a bitch dance
Drip so hard yea you'll be slippin'
Ballin' really hard yea im feelin' like Pippen
But I ain't the one who's bitch been trippin'
I be in that Maybach drop top whippin'
Got a Rollie on my left and a bad bitch on my right
Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna fight
Yea we all know that you don't want the smoke
Imma fuck your main then she lightin' up my toke
Yea, yea
You can have her back
Cant remember last night but i spent a rack
Yea
Yea I'm ridin' with my crew
Talk a lot of shit but you don't know what to do
Yea you don't know what to do
Im lost and confused
Yea I lucked up
Wake up but I'm still fucked up
(Big racks)
(Yea I got the money, bitch)
Got racks
Tall stacks
Full hands
Big plans
Fuck a bitch from the back, know she got a mans
She ain't gettin' paid but ill make a bitch dance
Drip so hard yea you'll be slippin'
Ballin' really hard yea im feelin' like Pippen
But I ain't the one who's bitch been trippin'
I be in that Maybach drop top whippin'
Pop out wearin' VLONE or Polo
Run up on me but I ain't ridin' solo
Got enough cash to put a price on your head
Talk your shit you might end up dead
You a fake ass bitch yea you be on tar
Press me one more time and you'll be layin wit the white chalk
Don't fuckin' play with me cause i won't fuckin' play with you
Catch you when your solo now the yellow tape surrounding you
Yea I grew up in a different place, a different race
Bro im from the hood unlike you, but you can get a taste
Next time you better not hesitate
Run up on me one more time and you won't see another day
More bands in my pocket than your bank account
Plus your bitch tryna hit me up for another round
Imma fuck her in the V8, yea im livin' it
Then I take her for a ride and we fuckin' whippin' it
Yea we whippin it
Pull out the Henny and then we sippin' it
Then I'm finna pull up to the club lil hoe
Makin' bad bitches all drop, get low
Smokin' dope till i can't feel my face
You know i be fuckin' up the speakers with the bass
Everybody here so high we in space
Started off with hella drugs but we ain't leave a trace
Got racks
Tall stacks
Full hands
Big plans
Fuck a bitch from the back, know she got a mans
She ain't gettin' paid but ill make a bitch dance
Drip so hard yea you'll be slippin'
Ballin' really hard yea im feelin' like Pippen
But I ain't the one who's bitch been trippin'
I be in that Maybach drop top whippin'
Got a Rollie on my left and a bad bitch on my right
Talk a lot of shit but you don't wanna fight
Yea we all know that you don't want the smoke
Imma fuck your main then she lightin' up my toke
Yea, yea
You can have her back
Cant remember last night but i spent a rack
Yea
Yea I'm ridin' with my crew
Talk a lot of shit but you don't know what to do
Yea you don't know what to do
Im lost and confused
Yea I lucked up
Wake up but I'm still fucked up
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Writer(s): That Guy
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