Lenses

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
New racks, yeah just came in (Yeah)
Yo bitch just dropped the pen
'Boutta fuck her and her friends (Yeah)
Come here, chanelli, sin
Free big bro out the pin
Yo ho just—
Yo ho suck dick, yeah through my pants
Keep stacking up these bands
I keep drum like a band (Yeah)
Made racks off independent
Bro judge it through the fan (Yeah)
This rap shit, yeah I ran it
Can't see shit through these lenses
Let me switch this shit up
(Yeah)
Switch this shit up

[Verse]
(Okay)
Throw it up, yeah, off of the Hennessy (Okay)
I'm stacking my shit up in increments (Oh yeah)
How I flow on the beat, yeah criminal (Yeah)
I don't do too much
I don't do too much
I swag minimal
I'm clutchin' shit (Yeah)
Bro clutch the stick
Yeah it get critical
Bitch I feel like god
Man this music shit, tell life is a miracle
Oh he think he hard?
Put that shit to the test, his ass get reticuled (Yeah)
Just watch how I talk
I'm having swag, don't need to get lyrical
I ain't in my prime yet
Already feel like it's the pinnacle (Yeah)
Use my voice just like a knife
It's either I'm killing 'em or I'm killing you (Yeah)
You would've thought my kids was drank, the way this bitch just started sipping 'em (Blatt)
Do a nigga like paperwork
We just gon' fuck round and start rippin' em (What?)
Blood and money, my synonym
We, shit, yeah that's my antonym
(Yeah)
(Ayy)
(Yeah)
(Hey)

[Chorus]
New racks, yeah just came in (Yeah)
Yo bitch just dropped the pen
'Boutta fuck her and her friends (Oh yeah)
Come here, chanelli, sin
Free big bro out the pin
Yo ho just—
(Oh yeah)
Yo ho suck dick, yeah through my pants
Keep stacking up these bands
I keep drum like a band (Okay)
Made racks off independent
Bro judge it through the fan
This rap shit, yeah I ran it
Can't see shit through these lenses
Let me switch this shit up
(Yeah)
Switch this shit up