Wyler got me going crazy) (Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up) I need them racks She want me to smash But I'm just tryna get through the madness Can't stay out the streets, I got habits I still get love from them addicts And I do this shit for the trappers [Chorus] See, I get them racks, I get more and more, it's never enough, yeah She want me to smash, I hit from the back, I fuck from the front, yeah I still get them racks from off of the trap, it's never enough, yeah Goddamn, it feel good to walk in the mall and get what you want, yeah We all in Saks Fifth, we travel round relaxing Really be trafficking, make more than you get from a backend, yeah I get them backends, I got it all off of trapping I'm counting my blessings, turned all my losses to lessons, yeah [Verse 1] I get a pound, I put up the props, and then I'ma do it again Lately, I really been up in my bag, I go into Louis, it's ten She fucked in the past but I really drag 'cause now I be fucking her friend Used to post on the block but now that's my past, I'm serving them fiends hand to hand The block really made me, I swear it raised me since a lil' baby, yeah My life was crazy, different occasions prayed that I'd make it here I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah I'm fresh out the cage, they watching my page, I drip on the daily, yeah I take a picture with all of this drip, I'm swagging, I don't need a caption Expensive fifths and I smoke designer weed, told 'em I like the high fashion But I'm just tryna get through the madness Can't stay out the streets, I got habits And I still get love from them addicts And I do this shit for the trappers, yeah