Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

I been shopping all night, yeah you know that I love to spend
My new bitch, she fly, yeah that’s my favorite bitch
Saint Laurent denim tight, yeah it barely fit
Said she gonna ride like a bike, but that lil’ bitch can barely kick
Said it’s gonna be alright, bae you just need another hit
I’m gonna pop overnight, I just need another hit
See these niggas that bite, so you might wanna gatekeep this
Yeah I just rap, I don’t write, I can’t think what I’m saying is
I don’t like shrimp in my rice
I don’t have mornings or nights
I got the fire like ignite
Bitch, I’m hot, sun out in May
Damn, she a freak, yeah the bitch hit the hentai face
Yeah, I want blue hundreds same color Hatsune
New hundreds seem to know how to get me
I just bought new Raf, swear this straight off the runway
Denim tight, Hedi Slimane Homme
You not like them others, bae come home to me
Yeah fight? Nah, come home to me
Real tight, but I love it when she on knees
All of these bitches, yeah they can’t wait to fuck me
All of these riches, yeah they just fall into me
I spend it so senseless, it do not matter the fee
Just like a wizard, know we gonna keep a lil’ stick
Yeah that hoe need me like Chobits

Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

My pack just landed like yeah
I took the dye out my hair
Kicks Maison Margiela on there
Shit, I just blew a rack like some air
Fuck, I think I might need me some help
Fuck, I can’t even say what I felt
Fuck, these jeans cost a band, can you tell?
I’m going straight to the top, I don’t care if I gotta take stairs
Yeah white hoe Hannah Montana
I’m going up ahead of schedule
She wants to fuck but I just met her
I’m getting fly, lil’ bitch where is my manners?
Damn, I love lil’ bitch, can’t wait to see her
I got a suit with no tie, lil’ bitch, yeah that’s my fashion
He wants the smoke, turn him into ashes
I just know go, don’t know anything about past tense

Yeah yeah yeah
Bitch, I get the racks, nigga what you talkin’ ’bout?
That boy Cat in the Hat, nigga he just talk a lot
I don’t mean to brag, baby, I just pop a lot
She say I’m in my bag, baby, yeah I’m popping off
If not ’bout the racks, baby what you talking ’bout?
Just jumped in my bag, damn I keep on falling down
And I kick with my dog just like I’m Charlie Brown

Ahegao (???)

run2s (@nirrvu)