Racks In My Visa lyrics

[Verse]
n*ggas want me to fall off, why you in a rush?
Always gon' be in my prime like a minister
Pull up on me n*gga hit the perimeter
City of sin finna be something sinister
Amateur n*ggas get hit with the finisher
Strapped wit that Glock like my name Yac Dillinger - b*tch
Why the f*ck you wanna play with me?
I make what I believe happen you make believe, you fake to me
You ain't real
Pop me a n*gga and pick up the chain like a tag I'm confirming that kill
I'm in the jungle I feel like it's Black Ops 1 I might cop a Galil
I feel like Asap Rocky in 2012 'causе a n*gga too trill
n*ggas is b*tches they ain't finna step to thе plate they gon' run for the hills
I got a gun in my pocket, I bet if I pull this b*tch out you’ll feel
She got a tongue that keep moving this b*tch put my body in shock like a eel
Shotty in c*ck that’s a body in plot
That’s a whole lot of cops tryna see what’s the deal
That’s a whole lot of piggies on bag of my bumper
This b*tch keep calling she back on my number
I feel like Shaq how these n*ggas keep hacking, but somehow I manage to still keep on dunking, ayy
Smoking on woods like a beaver
I know she a ho, yeah that’s why I mistreat her
Ayy, we got the smoke if you need it my gang pull up shootin' like Trevor Ariza
I really body a n*gga the feds did a sweep found yo' head in my freezer
I'm really high than a b*tch cop a 4 of that p*ss drop it dead in my liter
I'm really tired of n*ggas I catch me a opp put his ass in a sleeper
I ain't gotta flex too much
n*ggas flex too much
Got them racks in my visa