Mi Casa Su Casa lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Go, yeah, ah, alright, bro, hold on
I'm runnin' up racks
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
I broke my ankle, I'm runnin' up racks (Racks)
Most of these n*ggas be b*tches, that's fact (Go)
I don't even trap, on the floor shootin' craps
I'ma walk down with that Uzi and clap, yeah (Buh, buh)
I spent some racks on the team
I really spend racks, n*gga, check the receipt
I'm finna nut in her mouth, she gon' drink it like tea (Ah)
n*ggas gon' die any day if you take it that deep
I think about all my n*ggas, I don't go to sleep
Yeah, I been breaking your ho, she spend money on me (Ha)
I got some n*ggas that's locked up, ain't taking no plea (Yeah)
I had to Balenciaga my feet (Gang)
She like my diamonds, she wet
I had to get to that bag in a jet (Nyoom)
I don't wear Nike's but I got a check
f*ck all that talking, hop out with that Tec (Buh-buh-buh)
If I ever say somethin' I'ma keep it direct (Shh)
Double-S G, I take no disrespect (Double-S G)
I got that water all over my neck (Water)
I'ma call up your daughter and slaughter her next (Call up)
I f*ck her good, she buy me a Patek
I had to switch it up, throw in baguettes
On Percocets so I f*ck around wreck (Skrrt, skrrt)
We in the trap with the plan [?] (Yeah)
Put her in Prada
When I was broke they ain't lend me a dollar
Went out of state start bustin' down models
I don't even drink but I buy all the bottles (Yeah)
I put the di*k in her mouth, make her swallow
Go to the booth with some new Gucci goggles (Gang)
I'm on that bullsh*t, just landed in Chicago
Rich n*gga sh*t, spent the lot on some tacos (Yeah)
No handcuffs but I got Ferragamo
di*k down your b*tch in Givenchy pajamas
I feel like Future, I f*ck up the commas (f*ck it up)
And plus my bank account got lots of commas
Call up lil' bro 'cause we trap out the casa
I'm with my brothers, mi casa su casa (Yeah)
I get that pack, beat it up like a boxer (Beat it up)
I got your b*tch tryna grab like a lobster (Grab)