Precision

(We love you, Tecca) Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup) I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun (yeah) Got rocks on my wrist, and they crushed (yeah) I step in and make a ho blush (huh) He said he want smoke, he a Dutch (huh) She said that she good, she a slut (yeah, go) D-D-Don't believe it (yeah, yeah), don't believe it (yeah, yeah) Start the whip (yeah, yeah), crank the Demon Know I been gone for a while, but baby, I'm holding it down (ah) How could you copy the sound when Faygo got so many styles? Okay, I been in my lane, I been in my own isle You-you can just give me the bread, I feel like a cash cow (ah, pow, pow, yeah) Bitch, I'm married to the money like I'm Mitch I put five band on your fit My bitch bad and she ain't gotta do no OnlyFans because I'm lit Sometimes I be rocking Rick, sometimes I be rocking RAF Sometimes I be in the mix, most days I be in my bag (Whoo, pow, whoo, whoo, pow) Racks on all these bitches (yeah), black out on these bitches (yeah) Racks, I count up digits (yeah), you never stand on business I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision I know that she gotta be kidding (yeah), I knew that the route when I hit it (yeah) I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun Damn, that boy in here booted (huh) Damn, she got a big booty (ha) Kali Uchis, I'ma stuff my face in her coochie (hah) Pour the lean in kombucha, I put twin out there fueling shit (uh, uh) In Atlanta like Future, got a bad lil' bitch, she'll seduce you (uh) She wanna lick my private parts, I bought a pill, it's a Autobot I'm feeling geeked, she get down on her knees I really be out in the mix (whoo), I be at the house by six (no) You steady lyin' on your dick, nigga, go get my blick (yeah) Why all these niggas be lying to me? They lying like it's cute I just went and took a ten, I'm ridin' in my coupe If you play with Faygo, you gon' die, I'ma shoot (pow) I don't fuck around, I'm gon' tell the truth Whoo (huh), whoo (grrah) Whoo, whoo (pow) Racks on all these bitches, black out on these bitches Racks, I count up digits, you never stand on business I never ate at Denny's, I hate to shop at Lenox I'm picky with my women, I see bullshit with precision I know that she gotta be kidding (yup), I knew that the route when I hit it (yup) I knew I was not trippin' (yeah), I knew I was hot, need a mit (yeah) I knew I was gon' be the one (yeah), I knew I would go to the sun