Wreck This Journal - Coldiac

I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked All these racks just like an ATM Bitch, I fell in love with cash Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off Bitch, I'm cooling in the back Yeah, that nigga fell off, and he still ain't shaking back And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash Yeah, ran off with his bag Uh, ran off with his cash Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass Left my old ho in the past Got a lot of niggas mad I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back