Ay, Shawn2, let’s fuck it up one time
[Chorus: CuhDeeJah]
Blue racks, need a nigga with a fast tax
Slap it on the racks
What I shit? Clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, nigga, nigga with a fast
Slap it on the racks
What I shit? Clap back
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
Blue racks, blue racks, blue racks
[Verse 1: CuhDeeJah]
25 and savage bitches, Gucci on my ass (Ass)
Sliding through the city with a hundred thousand cash (Cash)
She flexin’ as designer, but you bought that shit at Ross (Ross)
Tryna fuck with me, you know it’s really gon’ cost (Ha)
All the niggas want me ’cause I real, I got the sauce
I don’t want the fuckin’ work, I want the motherfuckin’ boss
Satin on your bitch, I wanna fuck me too
I call it big time and haters call it brand new
Thе blacker the berry, thеy say the sweeter the juice
I wanna be the remmy to my man, pat puss
Been a boss, bitches, I was slayin’ and we need it
I’m steppin’ on your next bitches, better believe
The hottest in my city, I don’t gotta fight
I’m catchin’ fake, I’m catchin’ first class fight
Bomb face like party, flexing racks like say
I’m cultured diamonds drippin’ while your bitch is still in debt
Plottin’ on me, hoe, that’s some you gon’ regret
I’ma bag chasing princess every season
I’ma vet, big C’s, gossin
I know you see it on my neck to beef with me hoe
You need to run a check
Run it up, run it up, you hoes made lame
Beefin’ with a boss bitch, you got zero game
My daddy make a couple million a month
You think I’m finna settle for a chump (Nah)
[Chorus: CuhDeeJah][Verse 2: Blueface][Chorus: CuhDeeJah]