Big Racks lyrics

[Intro]
Designer shoes, designer bag, you ain't seen or had
It's clear to see why these b*tches mad, they mad 'cause I got

[Chorus]
Big racks, big facts, these b*tches big cap
Big wack, keep on talkin' get ya sh*t snatched
Outta date hoes needa catch up I been did that
Ain't trippin' on no hoe, I step on b*tches like a doormat

[Verse]
Everytime we f*ck I give a excellent performance
b*tch get outta line and she get popped without a warning
Gotta play it safe because these n*ggas be informants
Ignoring all his texts I got him mad he ain't important
But why b*tches mad at me?
Probably mad I'm dat n*gga type
Or maybe cuz I'm only 20 and doing the sh*t they couldn't do in they whole life
They is kids to me, need they nose wiped
Spend a whole night on they phone like
Let me name search who I dont like
Look through all the pics but dont tap twice
I hate a subliminal b*tch, talk all that sh*t but they can't at me
I keep that thing in my purse ima real hood b*tch but im real classy
Im back at it like a bad habit, He work me out, no athletic
Rich n*ggas love me I'm magnetic
Been that b*tch hoes can't stand it, uh
I'm really confused though, dont like me in my views though
All of the negative comments but follow me, I think yall really some weird hoes
Undercover ass fan hoes, ain't gettin no money fa damn show
Need my backend, fo i walk through, or it ain't goin be no damn show
[Chorus]
Big racks, big facts, these b*tches big cap
Big wack, keep on talkin' get ya sh*t snatched
Outta date hoes needa catch up I been did that
Ain't trippin' on no hoe, I step on b*tches like a doormat
Big racks, big facts, these b*tches big cap
Big wack, keep on talkin' get ya sh*t snatched
Outta date hoes needa catch up I been did that
Ain't trippin' on no hoe, I step on b*tches like a doormat

[Outro]
Big racks
Cap, yuh
B-b-big racks