Z06, Z63, CLA or AMG
She wanna hang with me, I’m finna keep her for myself
Percocet came in the mail, I put her in YSL
Damn, I’m high as hell, try to rob, he fail
I been pushin’ the AMG, goin’ a hundred miles, hope that bitch don’t crash
And I better not catch you lackin’, lil n****, I promise, boy, that’s yo’ ass
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Walk into Saks, spend a lil sack
Make it right back, look at them racks
(Yeah, I walk)
I’m goin’ too fed in a coupe
She wanna give me head, like what it do?
Convertible i8, drop the roof
Cut that shit out, we know you ain’t gon’ shoot
Choppa got a n**** hittin’ the shoot
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah, yeah)
Look at them racks, look at them racks (Yeah)
Walk into Saks, spend a lil sack
Make it right back, look at them racks
(Yeah, I walk)
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