Christian Bale Lyrics

(Bhristo talk to 'em slime)

Whole lotta racks on me

I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay

Racks on me

I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay

I'm countin' up like Christian Bale

I get slime to go pay my bail

All my bruddas I wish 'em well

We do it and never gon' tell it

I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly

I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh

Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it

I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me

Bitch got a Telfar bag from me

I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons

My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta

I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."

I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk

Whole lotta racks on me

I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay

Racks on me

I gotta whole lotta racks on me, okay

I put a tag on 'em

They ain't fuck with the kid, tried to pass on 'em

It's a new month, switch the swag on 'em

They can't move far with the racks on 'em

I don't fear nothin' but a higher power

Drac on me gotta superpower

I just pulled up with a supermodel

She in my lap doin' stupid powder

I'm off a X gettin' super outta

I been fuckin' my ex don't say nothin' bout it

I been fuckin' my ex don't say nothin' bout it

I'm countin' up like Christian Bale

I get slime to go pay my bail

All my bruddas I wish 'em well

We do it and never gon' tell it

I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly

I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh

Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it

I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me

Bitch got a Telfar bag from me

I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons

My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta

I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."

I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk

I'm countin' up like Christian Bale

I get slime to go pay my bail

All my bruddas I wish 'em well

We do it and never gon' tell it

I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly

I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh

Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it

I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me

Bitch got a Telfar bag from me

I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons

My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta

I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."

I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk

Yeah

I don't even fuck with these kids, foreally

I just like rockin' this Jean-Paul

I feel like Batman, I just pulled off in a Bentley

She wanna fuck with the kid, but I can't even do it 'cause I'm on the road to a billy

She know I'm doin' her wrong it don't even matter as long as she still look pretty

I'm playin it cool

She wanna do drugs and ride around all through the city

I tell my slime if I don't call back in like 45 minutes then slide with the .50

I can't go out like these kids, I'm puttin' these clothes on right with the Ricky

I can't go out like these kids, I'm puttin' it on with the model bitches

I'm countin' up like Christian Bale

I get slime to go pay my bail

All my bruddas I wish 'em well

We do it and never gon' tell it

I'm in this bitch rockin' Maison Margielly

I'm from the beast of the belly, uhhh

Every day I get geeked, I'm so, so high I tell her I can't even feel it

I want a whole lotta racks on racks on me

Bitch got a Telfar bag from me

I'm switchin' up all my Rick Owens seasons

My bitch she my twin get Bottega Veneta

I tell my bitch, "Get whatever ya want."

I tell her give me my drugs, I'm bootin' up talk to Buddha like monk