[Intro]
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Give a fuck bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
I got too many hoes like a pimp, yeah
I tell that bitch, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, bitch, I'm smokin' hemp, yeah
Maserati with the tints, yeah
All this bitch want is a glimpse
Of how a rich nigga live

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I was off of the grid
Now I'm back hot like the [?], yeah
She swallowed me up like a Brisk
Then I got up, and I jumped in the whip
All these blue hundreds, my safe is a crib
And my diamonds they wet like a lake full of fish
I hit this ho from thе front
Sound like I'm mixin' grits
Get the fuck out my facе
You not talkin' bout' nothin'
I just fucked on a baddie
Yeah, shawty told me that she Russian
Yeah, my fabric is Japanese
Yeah, I be doin' this shit like its nothin'
Fell in love with the rackies
Yeah, I don't need no friends, fuck 'em
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