[Intro]
Ayy, ha

[Chorus]
Count the racks, I make sure it's all there
Ayy, white ho think I'm cool, she like my hair
Uh, she don't like the trap, she said she scared
Ayy, fuck n***a broke, he said that life ain't fair
Uh, left her on the road, said, "I don't care"
Flex up on that n***a like Ric Flair
Yeah, flex up on a bitch like Charlotte Flair

[Verse]
Yeah, sneak up in his crib like I'm not there
Yeah, rappin' for this shit like [?]
Mmh, she won't fuck with him, she think he weird
Yeah, I sip lean, that n***a sippin' beer
But, one wrong move, I'll fuck a bitch, no [?]
Yeah, I spend money like a millionaire
Uh, push up on the gang, I wouldn't dare
Yeah, can't go up, I think I'm [?]
I know your—, yeah, I know your bitch, she love Amiri
She took a pic' in my mirror
I pop this pilly, and now I'm delirious
He think he cool 'cause he look mysterious
He think I'm playing, but bitch, I am serious
This fuckin' Glock hit his ass, he bi-curious
I put my cock in her ass on her period
I do not fuck with a first period
I do not fuck with a second period
I do not fuck with a third period
N***a, fuck school, this shit gettin' ridiculous
Give her a gift, now she think I'm [?]
Give her a Perc', she think it's the [?]
Give me a Xan', don't know the difference
Shoot from the [?]
[Chorus]
Count the racks, I make sure it's all there
Ayy, white ho think I'm cool, she like my hair
Uh, she don't like the trap, she said she scared
Ayy, fuck n***a broke, he said that life ain't fair
Uh, left her on the road, said, "I don't care"
Flex up on that n***a like Ric Flair
Yeah, flex up on a bitch like Charlotte Flair

[Outro]
Bye-bye!