I'm in the city smokin' gas
Talkin shits so you know I'm on that ass
Runnin' up a bag, why you runnin' from the past?
Can't count on anybody, so I'd rather count some racks
Racks, racks, racks, rather count some racks
Blow a couple then I make it right back
Make it look easy like I be givin' them life hacks
Like man, tell me how you do it like that

In the back of the wraith and I'm counting constellations
And that boy never droppin' shit, I think he constipated
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If you ain't talkin money then I will never have a conversation
I haven't felt good in a couple months
Shawty in pink, I feel like Finn and Princess Bubblegum
It's not what you think, you're not a winner, you're a runner up
If I could straightеn my priorities, then love would not bе one of 'em

Watch the snakes down there, something's in the air
Told you life's no fair, that's why I don't care
Racks, racks, racks, I'm jus tryna get some money
And that's facts, facts, facts, I'll be out here movin' funny
Getting lit, lit, lit, like I'm maccin', wearin sunny
On my shit shit shit, I be out here goin dummy

I'm in the city smokin' gas
Talkin shits so you know I'm on that ass
Runnin' up a bag, why you runnin' from the past?
Can't count on anybody, so I'd rather count some racks
Racks, racks, racks, rather count some racks
Blow a couple then I make it right back
Make it look easy like I be givin' them life hacks
Like man, tell me how you do it like that
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