YSL Cologne - MACKNED, Lil Tracy

Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks

Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)

Do you love that hoe?

Cause' I don’t think she love you back

She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back

40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass

I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass

That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad

That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks

Jump in the coupe, go that way

Rich lil nigga got RackAid

Seem like everyday payday

I don’t give a fuck what they say

They just talk like AK

If I have daughter, treat hr like Chief Keef do Kay Kay

Yeah, sippin on th goose, gettin' loose like Lil Boosie

Yeah, I’m hot and I’m drippin' like I jumped out a Jacuzzi

Okay, my wrist, and my bitch, man I swear they both is beauties

And my boys put in work, go check the shed they got them toolies (Yeah, yeah)

Rockstar, got these bitches showin' boobies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I don’t give no fuck about a groupie (No, no, no, no)

My bitch a barbie, suck me up just like a smoothie

I might just go get that hoe some Lousie

Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks

Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)

Do you love that hoe?

Cause' I don’t think she love you back

She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back

40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass

I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass

That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad

That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks

(Ooh) Mackned hoppin' out the bankie

Why do I miss my Glock more than I miss my baby?

All this Balenciaga, I’m putting it on

Fucking this bitch like I’m trapped alone

You lookin' broke like you need a loan

I could make a milly off a microphone

Playin' with ya wifey like a xylophone

Mack gave up the Percocet and Styrofoam

It wasn’t helping me

Big bread and cheese

She so bad, I let her stand on my favorite sheets

Ain’t no playing with me, G-B-C, we playing for keeps

I got YSL Cologne but I’m walkin' round' in Fendi

I’ll jump inside ya home before my back account is empty

These niggas way too trendy

Your girl a Ugly Betty

I remember counting pennies, now I can’t be seen in Penneys

Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks

Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)

Do you love that hoe?

Cause' I don’t think she love you back

She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back

40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass

I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass

That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad

That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks