I Got Dat Sack

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