Amen

[Intro: YRB Tezz]
Havin' too many racks, on Blood (Seth in this motherfucker with the slimes)

[Chorus: YRB Tezz]
Too many racks, shit won't fit in my pants (Blatt)
I'ma catch the pack when it land (On Blood)
What's in my box? A ten
I'll put it in line, amen, uh
And I fear no man
I'll whack his ass, send him right to his mans (Grrt)
And they think I'm doin' scam
But hell nah, I got rich off them grams

[Verse: YRB Tezz]
Don't get hit with that wham (Wham)
We got enough guns to beef with the whole town
Boy, I smoke out a whole pound
If feds on the scene, that's a man down
I know we gon' get him (O-on Blood, on Blood), uh
Boy, we gon' stick him up (Glrrat)
And don't nobody wanna beef with us
'Cause they playin' gangster, they ain't really tough
But keep it up, 'cause we'll call your bluff
I got hella bands but that ain't enough
I'ma trap 'til I die, gotta run it up
You still trap out a P, nigga, give it up (Uh-uh)
I'ma sit back with my feet up
Smokin' sativa, boy, you still trap out the ki' (Yeah)
I got my ice out the freezer
I'm tryna shake somethin' like a seizure
Uh, I got these bags from Caesar
He have him Hot-N-Ready like pizza
Slimes tryna catch a stripe like a zebra
Catch a nigga like, "Nice to meet ya"
I'm havin' more lead than a teacher
Slimes'll stump a nigga like the bleachers
I'm sendin' bags, I ain't sendin' features
How the fuck you think a nigga eatin'?
How you think I get fresh as a fuckin' deacon?
Bust down on my wrist, got my arm leakin'
We two up on 'em, we can't get even
If I get close enough, he gon' stop breathin' (Boom)
When it come to that beef, them niggas vegans (Pussy-ass niggas)
Bitch, I want all the smoke, on God, I'm fiendin'
Don't get caught schemin'
'Cause I'm havin' these racks, I know you seen 'em (Yeah)

[Chorus: YRB Tezz, Stunna 4 Vegas & Both]
Too many racks, shit won't fit in my pants (This shit won't fit, blatt)
I'ma catch the pack when it land (On Blood)
What's in my box? A ten
I'll put it in line, amen, uh
And I fear no man (No)
I'll whack his ass, send him right to his mans (Get him out of here)
And they think I'm doin' scam
But hell nah, I got rich off them grams (Fuck)
Too many racks, shit won't fit in my pants (No, blatt)
I'ma catch the pack when it land (On Blood)
What's in my box? A ten (Ten)
I'll put it in line, amen, uh (Let's go)
And I fear no man
I'll whack his ass, send him right to his mans (Grrt, uh)
And they think I'm doin' scam (Uh)
But hell nah, I got rich off them grams (4X)

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
It's a whole lot of glicks in my clique (Bah, bah)
Uh, I ride with like four in my whip (Whole lot of fire in this bitch)
Ayy, what's in my Glock? A dick
I'm fuckin' this ho, got her throwin' a fit (Fah, fah-fah, fah)
I won't make a move, I'ma send a blitz (Nope)
I just paid them lil' hitters to split his shit (Gang)
I get him gone when I drop the chip (Slatt)
You better drop a hit before you drop a diss (Bitch)
Yeah, we slimin' hits (Slime)
Shoot his brother, I'm fuckin' his miss (Uh-uh)
Suspect, these niggas be sis (Huh?)
Have you turn off that bitch 'til it click (Uh)
They tryna ride the wave (Uh), I run up them racks, I can't complain (Cash)
It's beef, we creep with Ks (On gang)
Nigga wanna go viral, I'ma give him a name (Bitch)
Bitch, we don't play no games (Yerk)
Publicity stunts, they dissin' for plays (Huh?)
I got so many irons on stage (Uh, uh)
We dive in his shit, he get out his lane (Bang, bang)
I hope you know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)
Bitch, I mean what I say (Bitch, I mean what I say)
Wherever you play, you lay (Uh-huh)
Right then and there, you get left on your face (Bah, bah)
And it ain't nobody touchin' my chains (Uh-huh)
We spin, that's out the gate (On gang)
He play, he better pray
I don't send them youngins to come lay where you lay (Slatt, slatt, fah, fah, fah)
In your yard deep, my lil' shooters stupid retarded (Yeah)
I drop a bag (Bah), you get put in the bag (Fah, fah), he take you out like the garbage (Bitch)

[Chorus: YRB Tezz]
Too many racks, shit won't fit in my pants (Blatt)
I'ma catch the pack when it land (On Blood)
What's in my box? A ten
I'll put it in line, amen, uh
And I fear no man
I'll whack his ass, send him right to his mans (Grrt)
And they think I'm doin' scam
But hell nah, I got rich off them grams
Too many racks, shit won't fit in my pants (Blatt)
I'ma catch the pack when it land (On Blood)
What's in my box? A ten
I'll put it in line, amen, uh
And I fear no man
I'll whack his ass, send him right to his mans (Grrt)
And they think I'm doin' scam
But hell nah, I got rich off them grams