Too Bad

[Intro]
Racks, need them racks (What, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just need them racks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Racks, I just need them racks (Yeah, huh, yeah, huh)
Back on the racks (Bih'!)
I just need them racks (Yeah, yeah, too bad)

[Chorus]
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin' (Nothin)
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin'
You ain't totin' no gun
Walk around with a big AK (AK)
Walk around with a big drum (Yeah)
Yeah, and it got a kickback, yuh (Kickback, yeah)
Young lil' boy better sit back down, yuh (Sit back down)
I can make you my son, I can make you my son, yah, yuh

[Post-Chorus]
You ain't even got no cash (No cash)
You ain't even got no bae (No bae)
I can just hit yo' bitch (Yah)
I can make you so mad (Mad)
Why you wanna chain swap, ho? (Chain swap, ho?)
Why you wanna trade that ho? (Trade that ho?)
Now she wanna chase me (Yah, yah)
And I'm like "Oh well, too bad"

[Chorus]
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin' (Nothin)
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin' (Nothin)
You ain't totin' no gun
Walk around with a big AK (AK)
Walk around with a big drum (Yeah)
Yeah, and it got a kickback, yuh (Kickback, yeah)
Young lil' boy better sit back down, yuh (Sit back down)
I can make you my son, I can make you my son, yah, yuh

[Post-Chorus]
You ain't even got no cash (No cash)
You ain't even got no bae (No bae)
I can just hit yo' bitch (Yah)
I can make you so mad (Mad)
Why you wanna trade that ho? (Trade that ho?)
You can just chase that bag (Chase that back)
Now she wanna chase me (Yah, yah)
And I'm like, "Oh well, too bad"

[Verse]
And I'm like "Oh well, too bad" (Bad)
I need big bag, big cash (Cash)
I make these hoes run laps (Oh-yeah)
One move, I blast, yuh
I shoot, that's facts, yuh
You can't do that, yuh
Add up, that's math, yuh
New drip, that's cash, yuh
Why they wanna bite up
Why these niggas wanna be like me, yuh (Yuh)
I just be doing my thang
I know yo' shawty won't hang, yah, yuh
All of my niggas they bang
And they all bleeding the same, yah, yuh (Yah, yuh)
I'm not really into fashion but I drill white like Cocaine

[Chorus]
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin' (Nothin)
You ain't even talkin' bout nothin' (Nothin)
You ain't totin' no gun
Walk around with a big AK (AK)
Walk around with a big drum (Yeah)
Yeah, and it got a kickback, yuh (Kickback, yeah)
Young lil' boy better sit back down, yuh (Sit back down)
I can make you my son, I can make you my son, yah, yuh

[Post-Chorus]
You ain't even got no cash (You don't got cash)
You ain't even got no bae (Got no bae)
I can just hit yo' bitch (Hit yo' bitch)
I can make you so mad (You so mad)
Why you wanna trade that ho? (Trade that ho?)
You can just chase that bag (Chase that back)
Now she wanna chase me (Yah)
And I'm like, "Oh well, too bad"