Racks Bring the Rats

[Intro]
[?], I'll just call Rob
Alex Cheyz
Shadow
Bitch

[Chorus]
Bitch I count my weight when I’m off racks
Yeah, you fucked her but I fucked her too, but you still took her back
Huh, woah, smoking on gangsta pack (Hee-hee)
Thuggin' off the gas, I flipped a pound to kill a rat

[Verse 1]
Woah, huh, lil' bitch
Fucking that bitch off Percocet, so damn hard, hard, hard, hard
Run that bitch so fast like a track star (Track star)
Hop out of the Ghost with my cobras (Skrrt)
Playing with the keys, call 'em kilos, bitch I’m Mozart
Smoking on that gas, I'm so gone, I'm so retard
We don’t need no fuel in the whip, it’s a Elon
Money way too bright, in the dark it go neon (Yeah)
Mommy, your son gon' make you a rich bitch
Two wheels on the Yokohama, looking like a RipStik
Focusing on my shit, why the fuck you asking me where your bitch is?
Could give a fuck bout these niggas, I’m with my gang, I’m trynna get rich, rich
(Bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitch I count my weight when I’m off racks
Yeah, you fucked her but I fucked her too, but you still took her back
Huh, woah, smoking on gangsta pack (Hee-hee)
Thuggin' off the gas, I flipped a pound to kill a rat (Rat)

[Verse 2]
Walking in the room with all this shit, I call it calisthenics (Yeah)
Normal shit too irritating, stay up out my fucking business
Mula (Money, money, money), with you rich ass
Huh, fuck you in my business with your bitch ass
Yeah, fuck around with my niggas, you get blitzed fast
All that motherfucking smoke, you know I do that brick dance
The amount of shit I did up in this bitch, it cost you lifespans
We on track a hundred MPH, you still on broadband