Pinocchio

Yeah, take off from work and put them racks in the middle

I know you hatin' me, you are, I feel it In this bitch, I feel like a villain

In this bitch, I feel like a criminal

Roll a three-five, I put that dope in the middle

You say you fuck with him, I know you was trippin' I put my heart in, my soul

You just took it and killed it

I countin racks up on my own, get the fuck out my mentions

You cannot pair to me, In nothin' Stop that talkin', on insta

You try to tell me I was a goat, but bro, your action's show different

I keep my hand up on my pole because I catch him he finished

Im countin racks up on my own, I cannot wait to replenish