Rax

Wake up its back to RAX
Big backwood filled wit heart attack
I don't even mean to brag
Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack
I just had a spaz attack
Nü age villains boy we on that bag
Road rage Red gut dash
Want two Ms a mill and a mag

Big bands hangin my pants
Nü age stick to the plan
I don't want friends I want Ms
Travel buy out the land
Big bad wolf you a lamb
Go yard wallet don't fit all these bands
Jug that man and his mans Pack didn't touchdown in France

She like my drip told her Bon appetite
4 deep u know me I came wit the heat
10 racks for me cause that money I fiend
Kent loon not fufu stay fuck around from me
Smoking on Russian cream my bitch Russia
Born in Colombia but Chinese my father
Rolling up ganja I feel like a Rasta
Fucked on yo bitch she said I hit it proper
Riding round town go call up my shottas
I do not give a fuck about you I'm sorry
Find you today have you missing tomorrow
She throw that face she know I don't do convos
I need a queen, Griselda Blanco
Up dog shit dog food like Ralo
I make bands you drown in your sorrows

Wake up its back to RAX
Big backwood filled wit heart attack
I don't even mean to brag
Fendi belt cost a cool lil stack

I just had a spaz attack
Nü age villains boy we on that bag
Road rage Red gut dash
Want two Ms a mill and a mag