PUSH2START

Lyrics:

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire, no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick

I hang with my twin, I’m with my kin, I’m with my friends 
Way that I’ve been moving yeah my shit in high demand.
I got fucking fans that been jumpin out the stands.
And if I want you gone I do it one move of the hand
This shit could get tricky 
Picky girl lil bitchy, I might call her icky Vicky 
Got my mousekatool up in this club house like I’m Mickey 
The way that I’ve been feining for this paper got me itchy 

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire, no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick

My bitch hold my pole, and she been sucking my soul 
My bitch got pink toes, I put that bitch in rolls 
Heard that boy a troll, I made him pay that toll 
That bitch might get lucky
We fucking in a benz or we fucking in a trucky 
Suck it like a slushee, this shit could get ugly 
We could make amend or get to slashing like we Chucky 

Spread 100 Racks on the table, shit getting sticking like maple 
Don’t wanna fuck I won’t make her, but I wanna fuck up your make up 
Okay, I got these racks in my safe, She wanna slide right by to my place 
Hold up my bitch wanna punch at your face
Steady on go with fire , no Ace
Your bitch a hit or miss, won’t even blow her a kiss 
That’s a sticky situation get up out that mix
I got bodies on them bodies leave your body six
And I don’t trust no body, everybody sick
(Got me fucked up)

100RACKS

A sassy, high-energy pop anthem that claps back at weak insults with swagger, humor, and unapologetic confidence, What-Chu Call Me turns name-calling into a bold reminder: if you talk slick, be ready for the consequences.

Life 4 Me

Light eM Up Fitz XO