Racks In My Visa

[Verse]
Niggas want me to fall off, why you in a rush?
Always gon' be in my prime like a minister
Pull up on me nigga hit the perimeter
City of sin finna be something sinister
Amateur niggas get hit with the finisher
Strapped wit that Glock like my name Yac Dillinger - bitch
Why the fuck you wanna play with me?
I make what I believe happen you make believe, you fake to me
You ain't real
Pop me a nigga and pick up the chain like a tag I'm confirming that kill
I'm in the jungle I feel like it's Black Ops 1 I might cop a Galil
I feel like Asap Rocky in 2012 'causе a nigga too trill
Niggas is bitches they ain't finna step to thе plate they gon' run for the hills
I got a gun in my pocket, I bet if I pull this bitch out you’ll feel
She got a tongue that keep moving this bitch put my body in shock like a eel
Shotty in cock that’s a body in plot
That’s a whole lot of cops tryna see what’s the deal
That’s a whole lot of piggies on bag of my bumper
This bitch keep calling she back on my number
I feel like Shaq how these niggas keep hacking, but somehow I manage to still keep on dunking, ayy
Smoking on woods like a beaver
I know she a ho, yeah that’s why I mistreat her
Ayy, we got the smoke if you need it my gang pull up shootin' like Trevor Ariza
I really body a nigga the feds did a sweep found yo' head in my freezer
I'm really high than a bitch cop a 4 of that piss drop it dead in my liter
I'm really tired of niggas I catch me a opp put his ass in a sleeper
I ain't gotta flex too much
Niggas flex too much
Got them racks in my visa