Can’t Think Yeat

[Chorus]
Fell in love with Easter pink
That's that Gucci on my mink
Popped a Perc', can't even think
This shit still feeling like a dream
I scammed myself a diamond ring
Dropped fifteen hundred on my feet
That's what got these diamonds dancing (That's what got these diamonds dancing)
My bitch a thriller, yeah, like Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson)
This shit get realer, why the hell you asking? (Oh, oh)
My drip a boat, I guess I am the captain (Yes, sir)
Why you broke? Why you always capping? (Why?)

[Verse]
I'm all by myself, I smoke this weed all by myself
They ain't like the kid, they slime me out, put me on the shelf
They don't like the kid, I know they hating, I could tell
H-H-Hate is overrated, money made me how I am
I do what I want, and I see you do what you can
This Perc' 10 beat my ass down, I don't fuck with Xans, nah
They wanna fuck my shit up, I can't even give 'em a chance
I got red, yeah, on my pocket, got baguette on my ring from France
I swear to God that all of y'all lost it, don't care 'bout shit, run them bands (I got)
That guy switched up on yo' ass for the bands, but you said that's your mans (I got, I got, I got, I got)

[Bridge]
I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks, racks
I got racks, I got racks, racks, I got, racks
I got, I got racks, I got racks, racks
Hundreds, fifties, cash, racks