Show Me A Rack

[Chorus: Jwasabi]
I got like five on me, it's a shame he can't show me a rack (Oh)
Wait, I'm scoopin' that ho, but I'll bring her right back, lil' nigga, relax (Nigga, relax)
I don't be poppin' my shit, I be quiet (I be quiet)
And them bitches be bringin' that drama (Bringin' that drama)
Try me and my niggas get violent (Fah, fah)
This my year, I put that on my mama (My mama)
And I broke her heart, my bad, lil' ho, do you need a tissue? (She be cryin')
She be textin' me, sayin', "I miss you" (Yeah, she miss me)
And I never admit I'm the issue (Hell nah)
If it-If it ain't 'bout money, I promise, lil' baby, no way that I'm gettin' up with you (Can't get up—)
Then my gang, they be goin' on missions (Ooh)
I be shootin' my shot, I'm not missin' (I'm shootin my—)
Like, "Come here, lil' baby, let's go to Nevada and spend us some dollars" (Ooh, yeah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout designer, but if you want it, I'ma buy you some Prada (Buy you some Prada)
I'm locked in with my brothers, they need some help, I promise I got 'em (We locked in)
Niggas be lame as fuck, that boy don't got nothin' to offer but problems (Niggas be lame)

[Verse: Specxfic]
We gettin' all this shit, we feel like Morse, they sit right in the columns (Ooh)
I ain't lyin' and shit when I say I came right from the motherfuckin' bottom
I get my racks, not no motherfuckin' dollars
Yeah, I pop shit like a motherfuckin' collar
My nigga, he shootin' shit, CJ McCollum
If we need somethin', yeah, and we motherfuckin' call him (Niggas be lame)
I just be motherfuckin' ballin', yeah (Just be ballin')
Put this shit right on my brother (Right on my brother)
I slide with that motherfuckin' cutter, yeah
We gon' jump out the butter
We gettin' chicken like chicken wings
I got that shit in my motherfuckin' veins
I know you called, but I still gotta wait
I got like five, but he can't show a thing, ayy

[Chorus: Jwasabi]
I got like five on me, it's a shame he can't show me a rack (Oh)
Wait, I'm scoopin' that ho, but I'll bring her right back, lil' nigga, relax (Nigga, relax)
I don't be poppin' my shit, I be quiet (I be quiet)
And them bitches be bringin' that drama (Bringin' that drama)
Try me and my niggas get violent (Fah, fah)
This my year, I put that on my mama (My mama)
And I broke her heart, my bad, lil' ho, do you need a tissue? (She be cryin')
She be textin' me, sayin', "I miss you" (Yeah, she miss me)
And I never admit I'm the issue (Hell nah)
If-If it ain't 'bout money, I promise, lil' baby, no way that I'm gettin' up with you (Can't get up—)
Then my gang, they be goin' on missions (Ooh)
I be shootin' my shot, I'm not missin' (I'm shootin my—)
Like, "Come here, lil' baby, let's go to Nevada and spend us some dollars" (Ooh, yeah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout designer, but if you want it, I'ma buy you some Prada (Buy you some Prada)
I'm locked in with my brothers, they need some help, I promise I got 'em (We locked in)
Niggas be lame as fuck, that boy don't got nothin' to offer but problems (Niggas be lame)