Internet Racks lyrics

[Intro]
(Aye, turn me up Deezy)
(PGLO made this beat)

[Chorus]
Yo, O-M-G, I wipe my nut off on that b*tch
I keep my pole on these hoes, know I'm f*ckin' on that b*tch
Heard you told, oh no, we gotta get him knocked off quick
On the phone, with his bro, then we pop up on that sh*t
I'm on my own
Yeah, "I don't really do that" b*tch gon' slob up on my di*k
Slob up on my di*k
Love that bone, get that bone, told my dawg go head and get it
I'm so cold, you could put it in a comb, and I still got love for my hitters, oh yeah

[Verse]
Internet racks, b*tch, internet racks, b*tch
Five iPhones, goin' to the same address
Yeah, it's getting hot out, so my b*tch put ass in that dress, yes
Racks on his mind, he so strеssed
Most of my opps they dead, I'm blеssed
F&N scar b*tch, yeah, that's a fully
I don't want your heart b*tch, just give me that pus*y
Sippin red, Wock' b*tch
f*ck me, yeah, squat b*tch
I got knots, lots b*tch
We got lots of Glocks b*tch
If I show my weapons on IG, then I'd get locked up
Carbon rifle under the floorboard, yeah that lil' b*tch stocked up
Leave a n*gga wet, oh, I say he got mopped up
Wanna see him flex, 'cause, he gon' get popped b*tch
[Chorus]
Yo, O-M-G, I wipe my nut off on that b*tch
I keep my pole on these hoes, know I'm f*ckin' on that b*tch
Heard you told, oh no, we gotta get him knocked off quick
On the phone, with his bro, then we pop up on that sh*t
I'm on my own
Yeah, "I don't really do that" b*tch gon' slob up on my di*k
Slob up on my di*k
Love that bone, get that bone, told my dawg go head and get it
I'm so cold, you could put it in a comb, and I still got love for my hitters, oh yeah

[Outro]
Aye, turn me up Deezy