Lyrics:

This is a Dolan Beats production
Bans, yeah, hah, racks
Man a young nigga really had some racks in his pocket, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga
Bans, yeah, ayy

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside (Bans), takin' risks, he get hit with a missile (Pew, pew)
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel (Bans)
If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

Pussy boy ain't got no stains so I could never fear him (Yeah)
Nigga I be runnin' waves, need to copyright this shit
Your favorite rapper on my dick, I can't even take a piss (Yeah)
I was on the block starvin', tryna run it where you live
Ain't no love for these niggas, catch a case and watch 'em switch
Put a twenty on the table, watchin' niggas turn to bitches (Yeah, damn)
But I just keep it solid, oh so solid, like a brick (Yeah)
Niggas rappin' 'bout the streets when really he ain't ate, goddamn
They diggin', I'm kickin' this shit, his ho on my dick
I pop me a Perc' when I'm up in the VIP (Up in the VIP), it give me a lift
These niggas they hatin', I'm tryna get rich, they stay out the mix
I'm keepin' it goin', I'm poppin' my shit (Ayy), I'ma die for this shit, ayy (Yeah)

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him

Yeah, I could never fear him, yeah, I could never feel him
Boy, I know you sentimental, you ain't built like the general
Rickey-racks in my denim, blue cheese, skinnies in 'em
Got my old bitch mad 'cause I ain't say I miss her
Yeah, she talk a lot of shit but I can't even hear
I been knew I was that nigga from just lookin' in the mirror
I done hit a lot of licks just to make my vision clear
And it's free Che Trill, man, it's almost been a year
Ayy, free Rick Rare, we gon' smash off in a Lear
Niggas run they mouth a lot 'cause they don't listen with their ears
But I just keep my head up 'cause I'm knowin' that it's near
I done lived and I done learned, it ain't no heart, it ain't no fear

Rickey-racks in my denim, I got skinnies and they in 'em
Outside takin' risks, he get hit with a missile
Nigga, why you got that pistol and we know you ain't no killer?
Nigga runnin' with the wave like that shit was accidental
I'm a monster, I'm a dawg, I'm a beast up out the kennel
If a nigga playin' crazy, I'ma smash off on and sister (Skrrt)
She gon' suck on my pencil, I'm gon' nut on her denim (Yeah)
Pussy boy ain't caught no plays so I could never feel him