Racks Lyrics

I had to switch it up, Niggas out here tryna sound like me

I put my all up in this shit, I be saying fuck the streets

Big body Benz nigga, I just want that GLE

Big chop when I ride, I can't let em rip me

Let a nigga test my gangsta, He gon end up 6 feet

Really on the road to riches, Want the way then follow me

Yeah I really love my bitch, Onna gang she all I need

Let a nigga touch her then, Onna gang he gonna bleed

Told them boys keep it pushing, They ain't really in no field

I said I'm running to a bag, Bitch I'm out here chasing mills

Lik how you got all that shit?, You ain't even gotta deal

Bitch I'm out here taking risks, I don't need no fucking deal

Let a label come with a bag, Then I'm signing for a mill

Better keep a heater close, Cause niggas out here getting killed

Every time I'm on a beat, A nigga all get the chills

Brodie bro like where the, He be playing with them pills

Buffed up on them boys, You can tell I'm really him

Niggas scared to blow that bag, Niggas always acting chim

Tell Brodie throw the lob, Ima dunk above the rim

Heavy metal on my hip, Got me walking with a limp

Keep strap, Keep pole, Bitch you know I never lack

Niggas broke up in they feelings, Tell em go and flip a pack

I don't really fuck with niggas, Niggas stabbing in the back

Sliding down the opps block, When we slide bitch we in track

If we miss dumb bitch, Then you know we double back

Pissing on your brother grave, Cause you'll never get em back

You can't even talk to me, If you can't even up a rack

Got this bitch running plays, Like ima fucking quarterback

Up that chop on that boy, And have him running four flats

You can't even come around, Because we banning all the rats

Yeah aye, Bitch we banning all the rats

You can't even come around, Because bitch we banning all the rats

Onna gang nigga, Yeah this shit serious nigga

Yeah yeah, This my year nigga

Yeah yeah, Onna gang nigga

Yeah nigga, Onna gang nigga

Bitch