Lala

Yeah, these racks, they a part of my truth

I stack it to the roof, I laugh at that bitch to his face, You know that boy a goof

He the man in the middle, playing both sides, can't fuck with you

And I don't even give no bucks to you, so how the fuck I'ma trust you?

This shit strictly off the muscle, nigga, headstrong

Man, you get caught up in the wrong place, you get your head blown

Slime out your potna for a bitch, you know you dead wrong

Eyes can deceive you, so don't trust em, don't get lead wrong

And I'm too turnt up up in this bitch, smoking on that exotic

Really out my fucking body, all the hate, they talk about it

Niggas swear they killers, but they ain't never seen no dead body