Racks In My Visa lyrics

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 im confirming that kill
Im in the jungle i feel like its Black Ops 1 i might cop a Galil, i feel like Asap Rocky in 2012 cuz a n*gga too trill, n*ggas is b*tchеs they ain't finna step to the platе 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, aye - smoking on woods like a beaver
I know she a hoe yeah that’s why i mistreat her
Aye, 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, im really high than a b*tch cop a 4 of that p*ss drop it dead in my liter, im 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