What I'm Bout

Run up them racks shit got me dancin'

Imma get rich tryna skrt in a phantom

Let a jack boy come my way imma trash 'em

Her boyfriend be mad, said my song is her anthem

I'm in a Hemi, drive by, she glancin'

Glock in my dip, try to rob, I won't glass him

V8 too fast, get an F, they can't pass him

She on my line, shawdy said i'm too handsome

Can't fuck wit a broke nigga I get him cancelled

Fuck with my money he handled, uh

Run up them racks, ain't scammin'

I'm in the booth and i'm jammin', uh