[Intro:]
Schwag, four-one-six, b**h!
[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine]
Rack City b**h, rack rack city b**h
Now put ya' money where ya' a** and ya' titties is
When you get 'em would you please show them idiots
Cause they lazy, we tell 'em get busy b**h
Like get busy b**h and you should get moving bro
So she can f** with a boss or just move along
I ain't waiting for a second, that is too long
Ya' rap zero, swag zero, that is too wrong
f**, I'm too gone, gone than a b**h bro
Now that ain't nothing, hit ya' crib with a missile
Ya' jobs a sh** hole,now I'm official
sh** I'm surprised that you b**hes getting rick roll'd
So be smart cause you might cause a war dude
And p**y listen, I ain't tryna pause a tour dude
But act stupid and I'mma give you your food
You gettin' fooled by the f**ing couture shoes
Right? Mini militia, we the damn queens
We take it all, it's a love for the damn green, uh
I can't tell you who my gang seen
The cops looking at us like we just some damn teens
[Verse 2:]
f**, ion care for the rules
I'm swimming in the sights, ion share my j**els
b**h, now you can get the f** out my school
Ion f** with a dude if he ain't got the fuel
Pardon my language, ya' say ya' shouldn't swear bro
I'm like f** it, why you acting like a square fo'
Cousin Charley, he the gold peter pan yo'
Talk sh**, I wouldn't dare if he's a scared bro
You a busy broad, hatin' on my fans kid
I tell ya' boyfriend, make me a sandwich
Shawty, me and the crew reaching planets
Tell me you don't know who ya' man wit'
Damn it