Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy I'm poppin' ain't I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I (bling-blaow-blaow-blaow) I fucked his

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang!) Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang Spend ten racks on a new chain My bitch love do cocaine, ooh I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name I can't buy a bitch no wedding ring Rather go and buy Balmains

We ain’t playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Streets (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) Gas (wit me,

Who gon' ride wit' me? And gon' ride wit' me? Yeah, death before dishonor but you lied to me, dang Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me Gotta smile through it even though you hate it All I ask is

You cross that line, boy and there ain't no comin' back I'm a crazy train, son, and you caught up in the tracks You've got me growlin' like a pit bull, brother I'm about to lock my jaws I'm a time bomb tickin' a real live wire Boy a shot in the dark, I'm

Oh, fuck around and order more Oh, fuck around and order more, money Oh, baby we gon' order more, money Gon' throw it back, 'cause I got racks on the menu You ain't even gotta ask shawty, cash on the menu The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass

Did some numbers then I went and copped a Porsche I brought them bottles on bottles I fuck with models on models I'll take that bitch with molly I got the racks on racks Campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign, campaign Check out my campaign, campaign,

We ran them racks up in the basement, we ain't have no cable Buy every bando on the dead end, we ain't got no neighbors Pulled up sippin' on drank (Drank) Told 'em that I quit but I can't (I can't) I just ran through a whole pint (Whole pint) Add a whole

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit