Wreck

I just walked in with that fire

He can get hit with that nine, nigga

Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah)

Racks on me, I ain't signed yet

Uh, way too high, think I need a private jet

Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck

Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)

Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)

Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

Told the labels, cut the check

FN make a nigga wreck

Made a hundred off the internet

And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet

Took his ho, no, he can't get her back

Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked

All these racks just like an ATM

Bitch, I fell in love with cash

Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off

Bitch, I'm cooling in the back

Yeah, that nigga fell off, and he still ain't shaking back

And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash

Yeah, ran off with his bag

Uh, ran off with his cash

Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass

Left my old ho in the past

Got a lot of niggas mad

I just walked in with that fire

He can get hit with that nine, nigga

Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah)

Racks on me, I ain't signed yet

Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet

Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck

Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah)

Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh)

Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

Told the labels, cut the check

FN make a nigga wreck

Made a hundred off the internet

And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet

Took his ho, no, he can't get her back