What’s Your Name Again? Lil Tracy

[Chrous]
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]
I just got a new crib, now I'm up In the hills
I just want a good girl that resemble a Diva
Who can dance on that dick like a real ballerina
Motherfucker it's Friday, we sippin' Tequila
I'm in the fast lane; I got the roof back
Now my pockets is too fat
Ooh, the Mercedez too black-
Nowadays it's like everybody rap
I wanna' know if you really get racks
Nowadays it's like everybody cap
Swear to god, that I only say 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 "where you get those at?"
You gonna' think of me