Yo
I ran out of ice
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sick of these fuck niggas talkin' 'bout they doin' this and doin' that
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm gettin'- (let the BandPlay)
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm gettin' the

Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (yep)

Big ol' racks (big ol')
I'm really gettin' money and them big ol' facts (facts)
And I got big old straps (straps)
Run up on me, get your shit pushed back (pushed back)
Uh, then back to the cash (the cash)
I gotta go get it 'cause I want the bag (the bag)
That other shit irrelevant, why is you tellin' me?
Nigga be goin' out sad
I know a lot of rappin'-ass niggas, real trappin'-ass niggas (uh)
Get-you-whacked-ass niggas, got-your-back-ass niggas (uh)
I got nothin' to prove (nothin' to prove)
I can hold my own (hold my own)
Smellin' like some new Kush is my cologne (gas)
I'm so in my zone
I can't do nothin' wrong (uh-uh)
Niggas tellin' on they fam, what type of shit you on? (Pussy)
This that can't be cloned, this that, bitch, I'm grown
This that fuckin' with the wrong nigga, don't you see the throne?
Best you leave me 'lone
Feelin' like Al Capone
That was set in the stone
I might set the tone
Two phones, money long
Three traps, that's the type of shit we on (boomin')
Get it in, get it gone (get it gone)
Shoot your shot, I'm playin' zone (zone)
Niggas hate 'cause I'm on ('cause I'm on)
And I ain't even dropped a song (dropped a song)
But I got a bag, though (bag, though) (yeah)
Been trappin' out them bandos (bandos) (yeah)
Servin' out the backdoor (backdoors)
Servin' all your kinfolk (your kinfolks)
That got me

Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap) (ha)
Big ol' racks (racks) (yeah)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts) (yeah)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)

Ayy, big ol' racks (big ol' racks)
Uh, big ol' Franklin, Grants, and Jacks
Yeah, big ol' stacks (woo)
Big ol' straps, they go, "Blatt-blatt" (baow)
Yeah, big ol' checks (uh, yeah)
Big ol' check that I just cashed
Yeah, big baguettes
Big boy baguettes around my neck, yeah
Smoke a lot of dope like Craig (dope)
I might put a brick on your head, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I get a whole lot of bread (bitch)
Ballin' hard, but I ain't break a sweat, yeah (uh-uh, yeah)
Sippin' on a whole lotta red (mud)
With a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah
Damn, I need a new set of legs, yeah
'Cause I've been runnin', runnin' up them

Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (cap)
Big ol' racks (racks)
Young nigga really gettin' big ol' stacks (stacks)
And them big ol' facts (facts)
You other niggas lame, y'all big ol' cap (yep)

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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, PapeRoute Woo