Racks in Blue pt2 Lyrics

Whoop di whoo , man I made it out, who are you

And my racks they came in in blue, and the score I up'd it by two

All alone, had no guys, and these niggas prayed on my demise

All alone, I got God, and I ain't even tryna lie

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's a wonderful life that I'm living

And I'm gifted, I can't keep it hidden

And my shooter don't shoot cause he's Britain

Off the top, no, it is not written

This is easy, you gotta be kidding

Step by step, I keep getting closer

When I'm up, it's finna be over

I'm a ASTA(R), not talking about Clover

I'ma buy me a crib in the Dover

This is a tip for you

You ain't got brothers right into the game

This is a tip for you

All of these niggas will switch for the fame

This is a tip for you

You gotta move alone

Whoop di Whoo, man I made it out, who are you

And my racks they came in in blue, and the score I up'd it by two

All alone, ain't no guys, and these niggas prayed on my demise

All alone, I got God, and I ain't even tryna lie

And I ain't even tryna lie

And the coupe, it's tinted outside

Why you cap you see you outside

I can't think, I'm out of my mind

I just talk, I don't think about time

I just talk, I don't think about the line

When the money come through man I'm fine

When the money come through man I'm slime

When the money come through man I'm huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gotta make money different type of ways

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You gotta get up, you playin' you laying

You playin' you laying

You playin' you laying

You playin' you laying

You playin' you laying

Huh huh

Whoop di whoo, man I made it out, who are you

And my racks they came in in blue

And the score i up'd it by two

All alone, had no guys and these niggas prayed on my demise

All alone, I got God, and I ain't even tryna lie

And I ain't even tryna lie