"Ball Cap" lyrics

Yea
"H-Hol' up, Spiffy on this motherfu-!"
Let's go, let's go

Y'ain't really having racks, boy y'all niggas ball cap
We ain't ducking smoke, fuck nigga
We with all that
She look good with no makeup and that ass fat
I took 12 on a high speed chase in Hellcat
I got racks every where I go, I can't help that
I got ice on my neck, it's froze, you can't melt that
Shawty fine, pussy good, and I still felt bad
Walk in smelling like dope
Nigga, I still sell that

I got Gucci's on
I got blue hunnids
Jumping out a foreign whip, Forgiato's on it
My bitch a dime, so you know I drop at least a dime on it
When she ride the dick I bust a nut, she put me in a coma
I done came a long way from the corner
If she ain't fine about her business I don't want her
I roll a Backwood up, I'm a stoner
Jumping out the foreign, kicking shit with the [?]
Turn your bitch into a babysitter, I left my kids on her
[?], rose gold, 40 pointer
Need a pick in the 6, gave it to my lawyer
Don't even try to get my bitch, nigga
You can't afford her

Y'ain't really having racks, boy y'all niggas ball cap
We ain't ducking smoke, fuck nigga
We with all that
She look good with no makeup and that ass fat
I took 12 on a high speed chase in Hellcat
I got racks every where I go, I can't help that
I got ice on my neck, it's froze, you can't melt that
Shawty fine, pussy good, and I still felt bad
Walk in smelling like dope
Nigga, I still sell that