I Got Dat Sack de Shawnna

Bitch I’m racked up, bitch I’m racked up
I’m feelin’ act up, bitch I’m racked up
Bitch I’m racked up, I’m feelin’ act up

I wear Gucci, Louie, Prada, bitch I pitch up in the sets
Got a younger 22, you know we hittin’ it from the back
Say Jess, pop the move and you know it’s ‘bout to crack
He be fuckin’ up my trucks, he don’t know how to act
I’ll be late fitch we win it, real pinch authentic
I’m the biggest bitch in it, can’t nobody tell you different
Right on, right on, in the covert I’m right on
Know I cast some tide on
With the broken back and some lights on
Said about the niggas with ice on
My hair bouncy, no chill
Pussy crutch, no smell
Niggas sleep, work ahead
I took a whole crack and threw it up the air
I goes hard, I goes in
On the radio I got most benz
And are we talkin’ that shit that get the real bitches on 10?
These hoes don’t got no friends
Bank account, no ends
Too much time up on their hands without shit to do, no plans
I’m racked up, I’m caked up
Life is good here when I wake up
I pick my lighter and I flame up
These bitch ass nigga, they ain’t us

In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack
In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack

I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch

Bitches ain’t shit so I flush ‘em down the toilet
Now you’re rockin’ this cuz you know you can’t afford it
So much liquor they say I’mma actin’ hung up
Now tell the bartender she can bring another bottle
Bottle after bottle, body like a model
Bad yella bone and she say she let ‘er swallow
Many fat our, same shit tomorrow
Got the back in them yato when the malis up
Oh, I’m rockin’ Louie in this bitch
Couple rich niggas with me, walkin’ truly in this bitch
You can act up, know I’m ‘bout to tune it in this bitch
All sacked up, tryna make a movie in this bitch
It’s some fuck shit, now we takin’ pictures in this bitch
Throw your C’s up, I got all my niggas in this bitch
Roll that weed up, blow another swisher in this bitch
Me and Chella H, guess who brought the pistol in this bitch?

In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack
In the goin’ hard, bitches know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, bitches know I got the sack

I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch