[Intro]
Realize sometimes niggas watchin' you (Woah)
Woah
Woah, yeah (Yeah, oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah, oh, oh, woah, woah)
Yeah (Let's go, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, woah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Woah
Yeah (Yeah, woah)
[Chorus]
I put stacks on yo' head (Rack, rack)
Got too much ice, that's sled (Oh yeah)
Only racks make me jump out the bed (Woo)
Roll a 3.5, take off the edge (Woo)
I got VETEMENTS on my leg
I was eighteen, I was goin' out bad (Oh yeah)
Poppin' my shit, now I'm comin' correct (Yeah, yeah)
I get high and go make a song
I mix thе Prada with Comme des Garçons (Fuck goin' on?)
I'm too high to pick up the phonе (Fly)
Really never should've came back home (Really never should've came back)
Shawty, chill, why you actin' like that?
Girl, you know you don't wanna stay mad (Yeah, yeah)
I try hard to love these bitches (Yeah, yeah), but these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Woah, yeah)
[Verse]
I done got my heart broke by some fine shit, huh (Okay, okay, okay, okay)
I be thinkin' these hoes tryna line me
I be thinkin' these hoes on some slime shit
Need a show, I been missin' the mosh pit (I been missin', I been missin' that mosh pit), yeah
Got my pole out, I been on some hot shit
Can't trust hoes, they toxic, dog (Woah)
Had to pop my shit one time 'cause I got tired of losin' (Had to pop my shit)
Clutchin' hard like I'm JT, lil' nigga, I walk with an UZI (Lil Uzi)
Can't fall for the bullshit, nigga can't slip up, boy, you better tie up them shoes (Better tie them)
Nigga try me or one of my dogs, I'm takin' that lil' nigga life on the news (Life on the news)
This bitch tryna take my soul, she losin' control, she tight like a noose (Yeah)
New vibe, I done took to the room (Yeah)
Your bitch pussy ain't tight, shit loose (Yeah)
Kickin' shit in East Atlanta, I been flashin' out with the troops (Yeah, yeah)
I been tryna mind my manners, I make a play then they get it too (Ha)
Huh (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
I put stacks on yo' head (On yo' head)
Got too much ice, that's sled (That's sled)
Only racks make me jump out the bed (The bed)
Roll a 3.5, take off the edge (Oh yeah)
I got VETEMENTS on my leg
I was eighteen, I was goin' out bad (Goin' out bad)
Poppin' my shit, now I'm comin' correct (Now I'm comin' correct)
I get high and go make a song (And I go make a song)
I mix the Prada with Comme des Garçons (That's Comme des Garçons)
I'm too high to pick up the phone (To pick up the phone)
Really never should've came back home (Really never should've came back)
Shawty, chill, why you actin' like that? (Why you actin' like that?)
Girl, you know you don't wanna stay mad (You don't wanna stay mad)
But these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
