Counterfeit lyrics

[Intro]
Snoozed
Skress
Neilaworld

[Chorus]
Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit
Talking sh*t, you get hit with a blick
Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick
Tell the cops catch up we too quick
Tell my ex b*tch, "suck my f*cking di*k"
I go too damn hard for that b*tch
I got two f*cking sticks feel like Wick
Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit

[Verse]
Hop off a jet then hop in my f*ckin' bag!
Where my chauffeur, tell that n*gga come get my bag
Fore' I put the f*cking racks on his ass
Have them shooters come eliminate his ass
They don't come in back, until they complete the test
Heard ya ass sh*t lil boy, I swear that, that sh*t was too trash
Go get some food, then I record, swear that this sh*t need a Plaque
Blue benji's, I need some more, I can never get enough that's facts
Play with the money, like sport
We gon' wet that n*gga with no remorse
Hop in the rari, hop in a f*cking horse
I'm wit' the gang, even if I go to the dollar store
Do I got some money?, of course
Lil n*gga need a stick, to do his chores
Said you want smoke? Okay, send you to the lord
That Kel-Tec sing like it got some vocal cords
[Chorus]
Lotta' racks on me, no counterfeit
Talking sh*t, you get hit with a blick
Pop a little perc take me outta space real quick
Tell the cops catch up we too quick
Tell my ex b*tch, "suck my f*cking di*k"
I go too damn hard for that b*tch
I got two f*cking sticks feel like Wick
Margiela, Helmut Lang, on my fit