Racks lyrics

[Verse]
Yuh, ayy, lil' n*gga, I'm set, ayy, mm
Shawty gettin' sex, ayy, huh
Shawty on her knee, lookin' at me
Shawty givin' neck, ayy, huh
Oh my god, who? Oh my, goddamn
I'ma be up, countin' them bands
b*tch, I'm in a couch, di*k in her mouth
pus*y ass n*gga gon' f*ck for some clout
I got the strap on my back like Uncharted
I f*ck a b*tch on her ass and she farted
n*ggas don't like me, they think I'm retarded
I swear to god that this bullsh*t just started
Look at my wrist, look at my chain
Look at my watch, look at my watch
I got yo' b*tch givin' me brain
Up on my crotch, up on my c*ck, ayy
Shawty gon' hop on my di*k
f*ck that b*tch super hard, she gon' do flips
I'on give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
These n*ggas be talkin', be talkin' this sh*t, doin' tricks
Trip, trip, why you gotta trip for?
Young ass n*gga, I been trappin' out my flip phone, hey
Hol' up, smokin' weed, have a hit though
Had a b*tch and she a tranny wit' a di*k though, ha
Why the f*ck you do that?
n*gga got shot, well too bad
n*gga got sh*t, that's too sad
n*ggas hatin' on me 'cause they too mad
I just been doin' me, bro, that's forever
I swear to god I'm not quittin', I'll never
Designer my body, designer my sweater
She tryna f*ck up all on me, I'll let her
Yeah, ayy, shawty a freak
I got yo' girl's purple nips on my teeth
I cannot talk, I hit the Kodak
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, I'm a king and you know that, hey
I got a pistol with blowback, hey
I got a barrel, it's to yo' face
pus*y ass n*gga, I cannot—wait
I catch you lackin', I cannot wait
I put that pistol right up to yo' chest
pus*y ass n*gga, I'm f*ckin' depressed
But I do whatever and I do it best
I got that laser beam right to yo' neck
b*tch, I'm just kidding, I don't tote no pistols
But all my n*ggas is savages
These n*ggas finna pull up with the RPG missiles
That sh*t gon' [?] at yo' jacket, b*tch, ayy (Ayy, yuh)
I don't wanna f*ck, know you mad at that, huh
sh*ttin' on these n*ggas like it's battle rap, huh
Sitting here, I'm countin' 'bout a hunnid racks, ayy (Yuh, yuh)
n*ggas really wanna get a pound of that, ayy
Bald-headed b*tch sellin' crack like, huh
I'ma take her home and give her that pipe, huh
Bend her over, hit it from the back like, huh
Swear to god she need a board to make her back right, hey
n*ggas don't know how it be though, ayy
Think these lil' n*ggas on zero, ayy
I'on need to let these f*ck n*ggas reload, ayy, huh