Alien Talk Lil Tracy

[Intro]
(It's global)
Hold on

[Chorus]
My racks, they fat, yeah
My ho, she bad
My ex, so mad, but I don't give a fuck
Got big rims on my truck, yeah
I do just what I want
Finna bustdown something dumb, yeah, might VVS my blunt
Hopped up out the bed, turned my drip on
I know that they pissed off, I was supposed to fall off
Been balling hard since tipoff, yeah
Living on the edge, can't slip off
Just made a withdrawal, this motherfucker big y'all, hey

[Verse]
What's your name again?, hey
Why the fuck you out here tryna act like you my friend?, yeah
Nigga, you a dub, but I can't lie your bitch a ten
Oh that's cute that y'all in love, but everything comes to an end
I just got a new crib now I'm up in Ikea
I just want a good girl that rеsemble a diva
Who can dance on that dick likе a real ballerina
Motherfucker, it's Friday, we sipping tequila
I'm in the fast lane, yeah, I got the roof back
Man, my pockets is too fat, ooh the Mercedes too black
Nowadays it's like everybody rap, but I wanna know if you really get racks
Nowadays it's like everybody cap, swear to God man, I only state facts
Forget the times we had
You don't mean shit to me, just another bitch to me
And baby, you can keep those bags
And when your new nigga ask you, "where you get those at?", you gon' think of me