More songs by Nine Vicious
Description
Producer: Nine Vicious
Lyricist: Trevon O’Ryan Echols
Lyrics and translation
Original
I ju' wanna show you racks (haha, niggas crazy)
Racks on me, got racks on me, got racks (say what? I'm with yo, yeah, I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Say you gon' pull up on me and shoot me dead (ah)
That shit so dead, they scared of me, they scared (say what? Say what? What? What?)
I ju' wanna show you racks (show you racks)
Racks on me, got racks on me, got racks (got racks)
Say you gon' pull up on me and shoot me dead (ah, that shit dead)
That shit so dead, they scared of me, they scared of me (they scared of me)
My life changed in one year (one year, what?)
I ju' want you, come near (come to me, come to me, come to me)
He pussy, he won't come over here, yeah (he's a pussy, what? Bitch)
I pull up on your and shoot you right there (bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
I'm kissin' on you, kissin' on your ear (bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
I ran my opp over like a deer (like a, hol' up)
I put the drop on you, can you hear? (Yeah)
I'd kill you here (say what? I bet ya)
(What? I bet ya, what? I bet ya, what? Right now, what?)
It's so crazy (it's so crazy), yeah (ay)
What a nigga been through (bae, I miss you)
Put it on you 'cause I miss you (ay, yeah, 'cause I miss you)
Put it on you 'cause I miss you (nigga, what? Miss you)
Put it on you 'cause I miss you (I put it, lil' bih)
'Cause I miss you
'Cause I miss you, ah (say what?)
I ju' wanna show you racks (I ju' wanna show you)
Racks on me, got racks on me, got racks (say what?)
Say you gon' pull up on me and shoot me dead (ah, that shit dead)
That shit so dead, they scared of me, they scared (say what? Say what? What? What?)
I jus' wanna show you racks (I ju' wanna show you racks)
Racks on me, got racks on me, got racks (you ain't got racks, what?)
Say you gon' pull up on me and shoot me dead (ah, that shit dead)
That shit so dead, they scared of me, they scared (they scared of me)
What's up, bae? Gotta see you here through the opp phone (see you)
And she so bad, she sexy, call her Nia Long (she's so)
Put them racks on your goddamn head, on the bang, yeah, I get you gone (say what?)
I gotta get you gone (get 'em), I gotta get you gone (bitch, gotta get 'em)
I gotta get you gone, bitch (blitt, gotta get 'em, blitt, blitt)
Why the fuck you go through my phone, bitch? (Blitt, gotta get 'em, blitt)
Please just leave me alone, bitch (blitt, gotta get 'em, blitt, blitt)
Please just leave me (say what?)
Put a bag on your goddamn head, 50 racks (ra-ra-racks, haha, niggas crazy)
Put ten on your motherfuckin' dad, yeah, that's facts, ay (I'm with yo, yeah, I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
Got a ARP and a bad bitch, I can't lack (say what?), no, no, no
These nigga tryna play with them slimes, but I'm still slatt, whoa (what you talmbout, slatt?)
Whoa (fuck you talmbout, slatt?), ha, whoa
I'm slimey, I'm slime, yeah, I'm slimey, I'm slime, hol' up
I'm slimey, I'm slime, I'm slimey, I'm slime (slatt, crazy)
I'm slimey, I'm slime (say what?)
Life's so funny
Life's so funny