You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
(I know that’s your favourite drink)

Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You put that chopper on IG
I sit in the back of the whip like this
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You hit that block an’ get in it
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Bet you can’t come close to this
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Pour some Hennessey for you
[Intro]
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
Was a starter, something good
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
[Verse 2]

You hit your block an’ get in it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
You see how niggas think about you?
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist

Yeah, just rolling that dank up
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
[Verse 1]
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it

Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You at your grandma house, you posted up
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
‘Boutta take a long vacation
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Chorus]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
Bitch my clique notorious
Pour out Hennessey for you
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet

One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it