Bitch I’m racked up, bitch I’m racked up I’m feelin’ act up, bitch I’m racked up Bitch I’m racked up, I’m feelin’ act up I wear Gucci, Louie, Prada, bitch I pitch up in the sets Got a younger 22, you know we hittin’ it from the back Say Jess, pop the move and you know it’s ‘bout to crack He be fuckin’ up my trucks, he don’t know how to act I’ll be late fitch we win it, real pinch authentic I’m the biggest bitch in it, can’t nobody tell you different Right on, right on, in the covert I’m right on Know I cast some tide on With the broken back and some lights on Said about the niggas with ice on My hair bouncy, no chill Pussy crutch, no smell Niggas sleep, work ahead I took a whole crack and threw it up the air I goes hard, I goes in On the radio I got most benz And are we talkin’ that shit that get the real bitches on 10? These hoes don’t got no friends Bank account, no ends Too much time up on their hands without shit to do, no plans I’m racked up, I’m caked up Life is good here when I wake up I pick my lighter and I flame up These bitch ass nigga, they ain’t us In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch Bitches ain’t shit so I flush ‘em down the toilet Now you’re rockin’ this cuz you know you can’t afford it So much liquor they say I’mma actin’ hung up Now tell the bartender she can bring another bottle Bottle after bottle, body like a model Bad yella bone and she say she let ‘er swallow Many fat our, same shit tomorrow Got the back in them yato when the malis up Oh, I’m rockin’ Louie in this bitch Couple rich niggas with me, walkin’ truly in this bitch You can act up, know I’m ‘bout to tune it in this bitch All sacked up, tryna make a movie in this bitch It’s some fuck shit, now we takin’ pictures in this bitch Throw your C’s up, I got all my niggas in this bitch Roll that weed up, blow another swisher in this bitch Me and Chella H, guess who brought the pistol in this bitch? In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch I’m the shit, I’m that bitch