Whippin' in the Bentley, no, this is not a Range

My gun not recreational, I don't pull up to no Range

His new name is snapback, cause his whole life, it be cap

All my money, blue no green, like the Thugger, we all say slatt

Balenciaga 5,000, I spend, I buy no gap

Wear a fitted cap, all white tee, and I got my strap

Pull up in that Bentley, pull up in the Gini

He ain't like me, cause he wanna be me

Wearing a mask, not wearing no beanie

Multiple flows for multiple fits

She wanna get close, cause she want a new bag

Hop inside the Jag, wearing Ricky is not Raf

Shopping, don't look at the tag

Got my money up in my bag, that's a rack

Shout out Lil Uzi, cause my bag filled with that cash

I had to get this sample, cause this song is T'd

Fiji, water, VVS, got these pants from overseas

How much money is really in my stash

Meek Mill, used to pray for times like this, f**k the past

You never coming first, boy you always finish last

Every time I spit a verse, yeah, I up all these racks

I could never lose, I got all these blues

Icy all my diamonds, emeralds on the Gucci shoes

I got the vision so I can see what you gon' do

Handy Manny, keep it handy, I just got the tool

What the f**k you gonna do? I just walk in with my crew

Counting all these bands, and count it with both hands

He said that I fell off but that boy, he's just a fan

Bandicoot when I ride, I crash down inside the Lam

You want smoke, you gon' get it

You was so happy when you bought a Civic

My life a movie everyday when I live it

Cut off the snakes, basketball, then I pivot

Yeah, but I came in with these racks

I get Ricky Owens on my bag, that's not no Raf

Uh, if you f**k with me, you lose

I get y'all lil b**h and that b**h, she gon' pick and choose

Icy all my diamonds, I just got some Gucci shoes

I walk in the function and you know I got my tool

Yo, tell my lil mans, keep it cool

Pull up in a Trackhawk, I don't pull up inside a coupe

Was the flyest m**r ever since I was in school

Now I got to run it up and get these racks

I had to go racing the finish line all these laps

I got a 30 on me, it just be my strap

I got a Nina on me, it be in my lap

I feel like a teacher homie, cause your shit is trash

I had to go teach her homie, I don't wanna back

I had to go teach her homie, I don't wanna back

I feel like a teacher homie, your shit is so trash

F**k a, b**h, man, I hit it from the back

I be in the club and I'm throwing all these racks

I'm inside a hellcat, no, I'm not inside no Jag

I had to get my duffle bag cause it's filled with racks

Run this shit up, that's a rack, that's a rack

I wanna smoke, so I need me a back

Inside of my duffle bag, yeah, I got all these racks

I walk in your party and you know they wanna take

Snap, chats, cause the diamonds on my wrist

All these diamonds, they flooded, I can walk on any b**h

I got Rick Owens, I don't walk in no shit

I'm in the party, I walk out Saks Fifth