[Intro: F5]
Let's talk racks
How are you a Camper? You ain't never did that
[Chorus: F5]
Let's talk racks, I got pussy pockets, RTAs, they lookin' fat
No I'm not Serena, but I do play with the racks
Once we get that lo-lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
Fuck all of that dissin', head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
Told him keep his head high, but he ain't pay attention
Laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin'
[Verse 1: F5]
DOA dead on arrival, we can't have a fighter
How are you a Camper? You ain't hit shit with a lighter
I'm like, fuck it, ion know what got into me
Two men on that drill wit a whole lot of chemistry
Bro be chasin' opps down likе bitches chasin' Hennessy
Stand ovеr top and ask that boy do he remember me
That hot shit hit his body, now it's clogging up his pores
Boy you ain't no killer, they send you right to the store
When we catch him lackin', we send that boy to the morgue
We got a lot of dead opps, but bitch we want some more, let's up the score
Got my shooter wit me ridin' shotty
Like Megan Thee Stallion said we got some body-ody-ody's
Don't hop inside this car, we bout to slide, bitch this a johnny
Bro don't say his name, that boy got too many bodies
He think he King Von, get up close, he pulled a Ricky, switches hit his spine
[Chorus: F5]
Let's talk racks, I got pussy pockets, RTAs, they lookin' fat
No I'm not Serena, but I do play with the racks
Once we get that lo-lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
Fuck all of that dissin', head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
Told him keep his head high, but he ain't pay attention
Laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin'
[Verse 2: Lil Rekk]
He was thinkin' with his dick, forgot his gun, now he a pack
First name should be Roddy, I got Ricch, fucked up the racks
[?] scoom, see a opp, update the stats
Let this bitch off broad day, fuck where niggas at
Rap about the shit we do, don't need no pen and pad
Heard he hatin' on me, fucked his bitch and sent her back
Niggas took his chain, I heard he scared to get it back
Nigga try that shit with me, they know they gon' get whacked
If we miss the opps when we swing, we gon' double back
Lil nigga tried to run, last thing he heard was pffr pffwah
Made it out the hood, them niggas hate when I come back
He tryna get the lo, these niggas trying to go tit for tat
Looked inside his eyes before he died, that bitch was scared
Niggas still ain't slide for him, pussy niggas weird
We got new Glocks that got body-ody-ody's
Overkilled they nigga, he a zombie-zombie-zombie
That nigga dead, bitch
[Chorus: F5]
Let's talk racks, I got pussy pockets, RTAs, they lookin' fat
No I'm not Serena, but I do play with the racks
Once we get that lo-lo we just go create the pack, like where he at?
Fuck all of that dissin', head down, man down, lil bro complete the mission
Told him keep his head high, but he ain't pay attention
Laugh at his goofy ass as his body twitchin'
[Verse 3: Wapstar]
They gon' claim they shot me, well I ate it
Different with the wordplay, and I'm one of the greatest
Citizen's app said your homies didn't make it
Niggas wanna be me, but they can't, that's why they hatin'
Send a bitch to get the drop on him, that's baitin'
Now serve you like a waiter on your block, now I'm a waitress
Caught with a dumb-dumb, now that nigga nameless
Y'all hood versus my block, ain't fuckin with the rankin'
Y'all drill without no bond money, what the fuck you thinkin'?
Tryn' slide without no bond money, like where the fuck you bankin'?
Don't let me talk about what's-his-name, he brainless
And so-and-so got hit with the what's-his-name, now he nameless
Your man got caught with the steel, no stainless
And broski ballin' for the gang, I call him Wilt Chamberlain
The last nigga legendary, gang hall-of-famed him
Keep dissin' the streets, that's not a diss, and I ain't changin'
I ain't sayin' niggas names to make these niggas famous
Them pop rocks done made 'em hopscotch and wu-tang it
Bro just put a shh back of the jawn, now what's changin'?
These niggas think this Chiraq, y'all not gang bangin'
I bet they got more dead niggas than they Ben Franklins
It's time to separate fake shit and real rap
He heard them first couple draws, like what the fuck is that?
They top shooter, I'll poke, they hang with tough racks
I hope that ghost jawn break on you, like what the fuck is that?
I hope that ghost jawn break on you, like what the fuck is that?
I'mma knock over that tent, you lil ass Camper
Another opp, another opp, a certified Stamper
You lil ass Camper
Another opp, another opp, a certified Stamper
