Feed Tha Streets 2 (Intro)

I get racks

Louis backpack on my back

I put the city on my back

I put the city on the map

Promethazine and codeine in my double cup

Niggas know I'm big dog, you a puppy

Put that bitch in my car and she love me

I can't never get too buddy-buddy

Keep that MC Hammer, they can't touch me

A lotta clips and mags, they tried to bust me

'Cause you know I got the racks bussin'

I got out the mud 'cause I had to ball

To get a new tennis for my bitch

I make the package do backflips

To get a new Patek on my wrist

Got a new automatic that's on my hip

Niggas talk 'bout the bag but it don't exist

This that new drip designer, it cost me

In the back of the 'Bach, she gon' show her tits

I was that nigga when I was in the streets

Watched my uncle whip the dope and push the ki'

She wanna buy the brand new 'Rari

She want the ring with the flawless cut baguettes

I went to jail and came home, had to run it up

Got the new diamonds on my neck

Now all these bitches want is sex

I just shitted on my ex

I got this shit out the harder way

Call up my dog Derez

Nigga, I crashed the Chevy

Then I came back in BM-dub

Now these bitches wanna be next to me

'Cause I got a pocket full of dubs

Since I got the Rollie, I got stuck up

I can't even give these bitches too many hugs

Pushin' in a Phantom, got the mink on the rug

That bitch say she know me, Roddy Ricch

You know I fuck it up, yeah

Nigga I was really jumpin' out the traps

Pushed the Chevy with bananas in the back

I be chasin' that bag nigga, had to get them racks in

I been rockin' Balmain, and your nigga shop at Pac-Sun

Bitch I've been hoppin' out the bag, it's different

I run these hundreds and I play my position

A nigga never got no sleep

And that's why ain't no nigga cold as me

Cold as me

Ain't no nigga cold as me

Ain't no nigga cold as me

Colder than me

My ice ain't colder than me

My ice, my ice ain't even colder than me

The drip ain't colder than me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah