[Chorus]
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa’ got me deady
f*ckin’ her off the Perc’, ain’t ready
I’ma do everything you let me
No first class, I’m always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don’t do credit
You worryin’ ’bout savings, I’m worryin’ ’bout checkings
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa’ got me deady
f*ckin’ her off the Perc’, ain’t ready
I’ma do everything you let me
No first class, I’m always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don’t do credit
You worryin’ ’bout savings, I’m worryin’ ’bout checkings
[Post-Chorus]
I died and came back
Your voice don’t sound the same, get your range back
When the f*ck did they bring these lames back? (Lame)
You said you f*cked my bitch (I f*cked your bitch too, woah)

[Verse]
But you ain’t even go get your chains back (Huh?)
They ran up in your crib and took your platinum plaques (Yeah)
I thought that you was ****, what’s up with that? (What’s up with it?)
I like the Crips ’cause the money in my pocket blue
I be with the Bloods and they all say, “Soowoo”
What you paid for your rent, I paid that for my shoes
If you try to diss me, boy, that’s a lose-lose
Moncler on me since Luv Is Rage 2
When I made the first Luv Is Rage, it was Canadian Goose

I’m on probation, the government hatin’, can’t even see my Canadian boo
I’m never fakin’, I dress like I’m Asian, don’t care what they say, I’m makin’ it through
Ice on my neck, bought my mama a new home
My wrist cost a damn jewel, you ain’t never seen me with a two-tone
My crib residential, but I also got two homes
Don’t cheat on my bitch, but I still got me two phones
I still see demons in the dark
I still see demons in the dark
Demon engine inside of a Trackhawk
They pretendin’, don’t speak if it ain’t rack talk (Woah)
[Chorus]
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa’ got me deady
f*ckin’ her off the Perc’, ain’t ready
I’ma do everything you let me
No first class, I’m always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don’t do credit
You worryin’ ’bout savings, I’m worryin’ ’bout checkings
Rigatoni is not spaghetti
Racks is not the same as fetti
Pills and the Casa’ got me deady
f*ckin’ her off the Perc’, ain’t ready
I’ma do everything you let me
No first class, I’m always on jetties
Pay everything cash, no, I don’t do credit
You worryin’ ’bout savings, I’m worryin’ ’bout checkings

[Post-Chorus]
I died and came back
Your voice don’t sound the same, get your range back
When the f*ck did they bring these lames back?
You said you f*cked my bitch (I f*cked your bitch too)