[Chorus]
Getting these racks was my fate
How many racks for him to catch a stain?
That lil boy chattin' shit but he a lame
Chattin' shit cause he be scared of my name
I'm in the stu with Rain, I got 10 racks on my face
Chatting like you're a shit but you ain't, You ain't from this place
Pull up all black, I got a Drac' on my back
I'm finna 'ttack, I'm gonna take his racks
I know he ain't finna clap back
I got 10 racks, add that
He got 5 racks, subtract that
If he try to clap us back, take him off the map
[Bridge]
I got 10 bricks, building a house with this shit
Stand on my money, I'm 9'6
That lil bitch wanna wine n dine, shit
I got some ski boots on my feet, Vetements ripped jeans
I popped that boy, turn him into a meme
I took his rent, now he sat on the streets
That lil boy such a fiend, he's sippin' fake lean
Lil bro a keyboard warrior, he chattin' shit to the screen
I'm in the back of the Maybach truck and I'm way too geeked
Where the fuck the bag of weed
Swear I had a bag of weed
[Verse 1]
Tuck your chain, I'm finna take this shit and I'ma run away
I know you too slow, you can't chase
He open that pint and the seal, it was fake
Told him it's time to accept your fate
Your neck green like Sprite, cause your chain fu
Don't wanna be up on that cam, but I'ma let you take a flick or two
Man with a plan, but bitch, I ain't playing
I sent shots up, and he ran
Ran so fast, he tripped, he got blood on his hands
Come get your watch back, that shit cost 10 bands
I got some clothes that you can't pronounce
That shit come straight from Japan
Just cause your homie the size of two people, don't make it a ten man
I sent a shot at his feet and that boy stopped moving, like a rusted up tin man
I'm in the studio, who wants a feat
That shit cost a little fee
First time, you gon' get streams
How you be dropping on all plats for two years and you ain't got streams?
Didn't drop your album on all plats, cos you couldn't afford the beats
You say you hate me, but I know I live in your dreams
Copin' so hard, cause I'm livin' your dreams
[Chorus]
Getting these racks was my face
How many racks for him to catch a stain
That lil boy chattin' shit but he a lame
Chattin' shit cause he be scared of my name
I'm in the stu with Rain, I got 10 racks on my face
Chatting like you're a shit but you ain't
You ain't from this place
Pull up all black, I got a Drac' on my back
I'm finna 'ttack, I'm gonna take his racks
I know he ain't finna clap back
I got 10 racks, add that
He got 5 racks, subtract that
If he try to clap us back, take him off the map
[Verse 2] (RJ)
Yeah, take him off the map, roll up his pack, smoke me something
He with the cap, that boy is too whack, can't even show us something
Yeah, show me something, he wants some war I give it to 'em
Hollow dumping twenty shells, twenty bullets or something
Yeah, yeah, give 'em hell
Guns, blicks, sticks in here
Getting movey, over here
You a opp, stay over there
You got money, I'm like where
We got money, please don't stare
Yeah, yeah, please don't stare, yuh, please don't
Yeah, take him off the map
Leave 'em on the mat
Show 'em something
He wants some war, I give it to 'em
Dicksucking, I'a leave it to 'em
Head ducking, we uh blow it on 'em
RJ, he uh stole on 'em
Derrick henry, stiff arm 'em
Ole bro done told on 'em
Yeah, yeah, it's a shame
Yeah, bro he ain't act the same
Blow it on 'em, Tory Lanes
You got stay in your lane
Hell yeah, ball like Dame
Shoot that shit, perfect aim
Getting chicken, Raising Cane's
Off the map, it's a shame
[Chorus]
Getting these racks was my fate
How many racks for him to catch a stain
That lil boy chattin' shit but he a lame
Chattin' shit cause he be scared of my name
I'm in the stu with Rain, I got 10 racks on my face
Chatting like you're a shit but you ain't
You ain't from this place
Pull up all black, I got a Drac' on my back
I'm finna 'ttack, I'm gonna take his racks
I know he ain't finna clap back
I got 10 racks, add that
He got 5 racks, subtract that
If he try to clap us back, take him off the map
[Bridge]
I got 10 bricks, building a house with this shit
Stand on my money, I'm 9'6
That lil bitch wanna wine n dine, shit
I got some ski boots on my feet, Vetements ripped jeans
I popped that boy, turn him into a meme
I took his rent, now he sat on the streets
That lil boy such a fiend, he's sippin' fake lean
Lil bro a keyboard warrior, he chattin' shit to the screen
I'm in the back of the Maybach truck and I'm way too geeked
Where the fuck the bag of weed
Swear I had a bag of weed
