feeling

Stars on the ceiling
Popped 'em ain't no healing
We get racks we still lit
Bad hoe get to kneeling
Yeah ok we chillin'
We go up i love the feeling

She can't get a ring
Big ass draco let it sing
Shawty wetter than a sink
Niggas get no bags
They can't even show no racks now
She wan eat it bad yea but she stuck in the past yea
Model ho so bad yea
Ok run it back yea
Sippin on straight act I feel like i can run a lap
Throw some racks on that bitch but i can't pay for no grad nah
My pockets on some big body shit i can't go back now
She wan be my lady damn i think that ho is crazy
Man she wan be my baby can't let her in the mercedes
I see them racks amazing need it now im too impatient

(Me and my bros we got them guns got more guns than the navy)
(We got bags on the way)