feat. Young Breed, Gunplay
Play, apply strategize above first
Keep it to thousand, two G for these niggas
My shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rack
Running rounds in the stick on the strip like it's Iraq
Presidents you roll, I call that bitch Barack
Y'all keep it a hundred, I'mma keep it a rack
Rack 'em, rack 'em
8 ball on that corner, rack 'em
Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em
On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em
Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em
Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks
Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks
In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks
Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
Better asking my name, 20 racks of my wrist
Couple racks in my feet, ten racks in my bitch
This Givenchy T cost a couple racks, too
Think she ain't fucking, I can show you what them racks do
Head busting with that color, nigga
I got them racks on that, that's why they spoil a nigga
Second bottles in the buck, that's a couple racks
Ten bitches round a nigga, time to double that
Ticket on a ticking gun, I'm clicking, boy, I'm loop
Another selling record but I got a bunch of groupies
Grinding in the Panamera, dealer try to coupe me
Now I'm in that 9-11 same color as Snoopie
Cocaine seats with the firm max
What you pay for that, boy, cover ax
Double MG, who could fuck with that
I got a bully love the clip if you wanna fuck
Rack 'em, rack 'em
8 ball on that corner, rack 'em
Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em
On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em
Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em
Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks
Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks
In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks
Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
I play the field like I'm airy
Last week I sold a kilo in Paris
Then I saw nigga get his head bust
Down sop shit, nigga serve till the feds come
Riding around with my partner, 40 cal' in my pocket
Bad bitch on line two but I hold car by dollars
I kill by this shining things that hang round my collar
No if, ands and buts, body getting pussy, ain't no problem
Same nigga who came up in them pissy homes in them projects
Back on the block tryina get a nigga, we starving
Standing out on them corners till the wee hours of the morning
Just me and cash and that big nine above one of my homies
Rack 'em, rack 'em
8 ball on that corner, rack 'em
Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em
On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em
Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em
Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks
Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks
In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks
Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
Fucking with me that it get you buried
I'mma crumble weed on his obituary
I'mma tell his mama it was necessary
Mama, this the mobbing, this is how we living
Nobody said it's fair but who the fuck cares
Niggas still dying over bus fair
Or over bitches that I tell 'em catch a bus here
Or some bad dope cut like mutt's ear
That's the way it goes down in my city's section
Where every nigga in the county is in a cell
Niggas be pointing at the ground, look what they did to that
All you heard was the sound
I bought a Bogota blizzard and a Heron hurricane
Set up shop then I was gone like I never came
I wanna see 'em dead center, barrel or the shotty
As bad as Illuminati, want my mind sold and body
Rack 'em
Rackem
Torch
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