RAYBAN

[Intro]
Totally, totally
Totally, totally
Motherfucker, hrr

[Chorus]
Uh, track mode, track suit, track pants (Ha)
Rack man, rack made, rack dance (Ha)
Uh, Patch Five, Patchmade, Pac-Man (Ha)
Cartiers? Fuck no, Ray-Bans (Ha)

[Refrain]
Drop that, drop that, drop that boy
Where all the bitches at? Can you make some noise?
I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta, I'm tryna come get ya boys
Speaking of pussy boys, you get some money, fix your toys

[Verse 1]
The way I, uh, the way I, uh, you'd think my tendons sore
Yeah, his a Hell-kitty way the engine roar (Skrr)
Can't help but start feelin' pity when ya piss poor (Broke bitch)
One eye on the rack, feel somethin' like a Remy Boy

[Chorus]
Uh, track mode, track suit, track pants (Ha)
Rack man, rack made, rack dance (Ha)
Uh, Patch Five, Patchmade, Pac-Man (Ha)
Cartiers? Fuck no, Ray-Bans (Ha)

[Verse 2]
Little lady actin' shady
All-black rims on a big Mercedes
Puttin' shit on, it's somethin' like gravy
AR-15 in the Navy, woah
G6 popped, tryna reach my peak
It's GG, it's a makxs-made beat
It's not worth, you could never compete
Birds in the trap better shut they beak
Gucci everything, I'm so on fleek (Oh, yeah)
White kid tryna rock Off-White
You could be me never in your goddamn life
I just dropped somethin' in the goddamn Sprite
True Religion jeans, I'm prayin' to Christ
G5, G5, G5, knife
Be my, be my, be my wife
Right hand, right hand, wrist on ice
Bieber, huh
Servin' Justin Bieber to the tweakers (Yeah, yeah)
Riri, don't ya wanna dance? Reverse
Could somebody please inform me, what's a free verse?
You must be out your top, you think the bitch ain't picking me first

[Refrain]
Drop that, drop that, drop that boy
Where all the bitches at? Can you make some noise?
I got a vendetta, I got a vendetta, I'm tryna come get ya boys
Speaking of pussy boys, you get some money, fix your toys