[Intro]
808 My Crew! (Pyrex)
'Cause I got just got, ooo
Ooo
Yeah, cuz got the [?] drip
Hey, you hear the beat?
Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)(whoo, whoo, whoo)
[Verse 1]
I got raccs, I got rumbles
Sack, blitz, better not fumble
Walk in Givenchy I'm drippin' a puddle
Ain't talkin' money you better not mumble
I got this, I got that
I got clips, I got straps
Brown skin bitch, real fat ass
'Cause I need some dope and you better not tax
I got raccs, I got straps too
Gun to his body bet it'll mark him up like it's a tattoo
Yeah, you need packs
Well we can do that too
He showed with the money I showed him finesse, I pull me a jack, move
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)
[Verse 2]
I got raccs, bitch
Packs, bitch
Blowin' the bag like an ad-lib
[?] sacs, fifth
Whippin' that work do a back-flip
I got big, skills
Big, work
Whip so hard my wrist hurt
Stuntin' for the gram so yeah I put him in a picture
[Lil sauce?] drip in season
Christian Loubi's bleedin'
Ballin' bitch play defense
She up the dra' she geekin'
Sunday night in the house Versace robe drip for no reason
Summertime, snortin' blow
Sellin' snow I change the season
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them bitches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on bitches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (whoo, whoo, whoo)