($quidnice) Yeah Trapping Lemme tell you what I like Yeah, yeah I like b*tch, grrt I like bad b*tches Hop in the foreign the fast whippin Pack flippin ni**as snitchin i dont wanna chat with them Sleep by myself, carry a stick by myself GA right under my belt These hallows be givin em hell Torch em, scorch em Lost em, awesome I put em right in the coffin Opps in this spliff got me coughin Red dot, red dot Thats another dead opp Givin out headshots, headshots You dont wanna get dropped Yall ni**as chat for the internet You dont really bend blocks You ni**as lying for b*tches, you dont really get gwuap Trap like the store, do you wanna shop Got the whole kitchen smellin like roc I been trappin i cannot stop, yeah Do whatever for the gwuap I get a lot, came from the bottom Now i got more money ni**a more problems Yea we got a couple Glocks and we got revovlvers If you spin we gon spin back ni**a call it karma (917 Rackz) My videos lit ain't no dissin on features My white skin color was the only feautre Been scoring, the boys on my ass I might go to the benches The bleachers still flockin at caps {?} They trynna grab gang like the hype beasts with sneakers Im rackz the shot caller just follow the leader Give shots like a doctor, so follow procedures Still servin QP's like im paying the meter, we got em I hope you keepin it on you try spinning on {?} like he hit you, im calling that karma Squid he still trap by his lonely, i serve by my doley We still livin life with no problems Nina she got me, she horny {? } protect me no condom Yeah i got all of this weed on me You know im rackz, im the bloody super slimey goblin Uh, uh, rackz, rackz Stop talking bout spinning and spin Nail to the cross if he dissing again Forever be sinning and sinning He wanna act about making him lean Im with Trippy, keep sipping and sipping Told you already we got Glocks with beams Just like ya b*tch, i be hitting and hitting