Point me to the racks, please 
Before I make this fuckin mac squeeze 
Dont make these fuckin racks sneeze 
You little niggas is some pet-peeves 
Up in traffic, where you catch me 
So much ice, I could jet ski 
This bitch wish she never met me 
I told her more brakes, less speed 
You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we dont want him around us
Smokin on this dope pack, how much you get a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we dont fuck witchu, we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back
Let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me, Im bussin that
Swear it aint shit here, tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga, I aint trustin that
These bitches nigga, I aint lovin that
Ima hit once and Im puntin that
Man, fuck you niggas, I aint stuntin that
Put em in a cycle like a laundromat
Im high as hell of this onion pack
And Im ridin round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks, please 
Before I make this fuckin mac squeeze 
Dont make these fuckin racks sneeze 
You little niggas is some pet-peeves 
Up in traffic, where you catch me 
So much ice, I could jet ski 
This bitch wish she never met me 
I told her more brakes, less speed 
She want me to fuck her, Im so low off stamina
Shes a fuckin freak too, she put us on camera
She got that non-stick shit, Ima name her Pamela
I be poppin big shit, Im livin spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like a spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
Ima fuckin changed man, I cannot be draggin her
Stay gettin the same bands, but my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks, please 
Before I make this fuckin mac squeeze 
Dont make these fuckin racks sneeze 
You little niggas is some pet-peeves 
Up in traffic, where you catch me 
So much ice, I could jet ski 
This bitch wish she never met me 
I told her more brakes, less speed