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