Feed Tha Streets 2 (Intro)
B*ich, I done married the racks
B*ich, I done married the racks
I get racks
Well start like that
I get... yeah
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
N!ggas know Im big dog, you a puppy
Put that b*ich in my car and she love me
I cant never get too buddy-buddy
Keep that MC Hammer, they cant 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 b*ich
I make the package do backflips
To get a new Patek on my wrist
Got a new automatic thats on my hip
N!ggas talk bout the bag but it dont exist
This that new drip designer, it cost me
In the back of the Bach, she gon show her ****
I was that n!gga when I was in the streets
Watched my uncle whip the **** 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 b*iches want is sex
I just ****ted on my ex
I got this **** out the harder way
Call up my dog Derez
N!gga, I crashed the Chevy
Then I came back in BM-dub
Now these b*iches wanna be next to me
Cause I got a pocket full of dubs
Since I got the Rollie, I got stuck up
I cant even give these b*iches too many hugs
Pushin in a Phantom, gotthe mink on the rug
That b*ich say she know me, Roddy Ricch
You know I f*ck it up, yeah
N!gga I was really jumpin out the traps
Pushed the Chevy with bananas in the back
I be chasin that bag n!gga, had to get them racks in
I been rockin Balmain, and your n!gga shop at Pac-Sun
B*ich Ive been hoppin out the bag, its different
I run these hundreds and I play my position
A n!gga never got no sleep
And thats why aint no n!gga cold as me
Cold as me
Aint no n!gga cold as me
Aint no n!gga cold as me
Colder than me
My ice aint colder than me
My ice, my ice aint even colder than me
The drip aint colder than me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah