racks in my jeans, pt. 2 Lyrics

Got four, five racks all up in my jeans (Oh, yeah!)

I ain't livin' on you, I ain't livin' on me (Livin' on me)

Texting this bitch, she left me on seen (Yeah, she left me on seen)

Got four, five hoes all ridin' my D (Yeah, they're all on my D)

Yeah, they're all on my D

Fuckin' this bitch and she left me on seen

Sorry bitch, you don't appeal to me

Run all my bands all up under the seat

Checking me out and she spilled all her coffee

Wonder why she left me up in the breeze

Sucking my dick, but, bitch it isn't free

Onlyfans is such a stupid ass thing

Girls only use it to pave out their way

Got it easy, don't have nothing to say

Yeah you know it, bitch, now get out my way

Walking on down from the Hall of Shame

Selling their bodies, it's all for the fame

If you ask me, I don't fuck with their ways

All of these jiggas are paying for this

Somebody, please, save them from this

Oh yeah-eah

Yeah-yeah, they're all on my jeans

Yeah, yeah, they're all on my D

Got four, five racks all up in my jeans (Yeah, all in my jeans)

I ain't livin' on you, I ain't livin' on me (No, you ain't livin' on me)

Texting this bitch, she left me on seen (Yeah, she left me on seen)

Got four, five hoes all ridin' my D (Yeah, they're all on my D)

Got four, five racks all up in my jeans (They're all in my jeans)

I ain't livin' on you, I ain't livin' on me (Mm, yeah)

Texting this bitch, she left me on seen (Yeah, she left me on seen)

Got four, five hoes all ridin' my D (Hehehe)