Irack

You got my number
 Call me I turn up your summer
 Hit up the strip
 Hit up the club
 My drip on flood
 Call up the plumber
 After the big cheese but I'm still wit the run up plus I got the one up
 I'm on them g's
 Fuck with them dweebs go head bitch
 Cause I am the come up
 I'm shining so hard they get tan lines uh huh
 I don't fuck with the police but had hot sex in a cop car
 Out here living out your every wish
 Your future's my reminisce
 Look at my watch my diamonds
 The real definition of terror wrist
 Land on on my feet that's ten toes down
 K.O. in the first don't need ten rounds
 Told me you had other options
 So what's up then
 You gone need those now
 I am the source
 Don't care if they hate or rate me
 I don't need the five stars
 Hold up
 You gone see it when I pull up
 Yup
 Team full of five stars
 Said fuck you from the first time now you not a virgin
 Sick I need help but I don't need a surgeon
 Head wrapped round it like I wear a turban
 Go cop that brick hit that block put that work in
 Heard they looking for you in the streets, uh oh
 They riding they searching
 Know you deserve it unless you lame on purpose
 Stage it's over its curtains
 Now you not lurking you nervous
 You over there shaking looking like you twerking
 Big facts I get the paper and I stack
 Only went to war for my hood but
 When it comes to that paper I rack
 Yeah
 Took a plane same night never came back
 I rack
 Yeah
 She thought I had stock in apple cause I mack
 Yeah
 Quit playing fool
 We not playing pool
 But I rack
 I rack I rack I rack I rack I rack
 Yeah
 I go so hard that it look easy
 Her pussy wet call it Fiji
 All bout my green like Luigi
 I fuck her once she won't leave me
 Just had a talk with the devil
 He told me go get the shovel
 Pick a spot for these niggaz and Bury these niggaz
 Cause none of em aint on my level
 I'm hot I'm talking a hundred degrees
 I got a hundred of these
 Watch how I do it wit ease
 If she ain't fucking then she gotta leave
 I be killing shit this a demonstration
 Views panoramic check my elevation
 She gone ride the dick with no registration
 All these bodies on me think I'm pappy mason nigga ahhh
 Fuck her from the back till she tap out
 I'm the son of sam in a black out
 Seen a hundred grand in a trap house
 I was tryna ball like stack house
 Got the juice now nigga think I'm Q
 On the roof now with a different view
 I'm the truth now and I'm never you
 I'm the truth now and I'm never you
 Big facts Big facts I get that paper and I stack
 All these bodies in my hood Trenton done turned into Iraq