Rack for Rack ft. Slaloe Lyrics

Bitch, we can go rack for rack

Lil' bitch, I said we can go tit for tat

Send me a beat, I'ma use it untagged

You don't get no credit, I know that you mad

He tried to get the whole city to knock me

I stay on top, and bitch, I'm never stopping

Spending these racks I done dripped out my closet

My girl know she love me, ain't loving her falsely

Papa had loads out in Vegas

Know that I'm stressing, lil' bitch, I been needing a payment

I know some niggas who on it and they'll leave you on the pavement

Bitch, I ain't nothing to play with

What? Reach for this Cartier, you see a whole lotta red

I would of copped me the coupe the interior red

She give me brain, it go SpEd

If you don't know then it mean "Special Ed'"

Niggas be talking, they fed'

She sent a text and I leave her on read

Build you a coffin with dirt around it, it's yo' bed

Ain't pulling nowhere, it ain't about bread

Feeling like Slimeball 'cause my money spread

You keep on dissing, yo' life by a thread

Niggas be talking but they still had fled

Send my lil' youngins to go at yo' head and you know that they want it

You know that they 'bout it

Swerving inside of the Audi

I hit the gate, I was out-y

Crashed then I bought me another one

I got a ton of 'em

Know that we getting the bucks

I was in school with the honey buns

Know that we getting the money, son

Know that we getting a hundred-sum

Know that we getting a bunch of tons

Know that we running the racks up

I'm in the stu' with my faction

Bitch, I'm impeccable you cannot touch this

Look at my left wrist

You is gon' have to come check this

Bitch, I stay reckless

And I'm so restless

Ain't had no sleep in like days

I don't know what the fuck you tryna say

Tryna play me like a bitch, ain't no way

On God, I'll die about Elon and Jay

Same go for Steve and the gang

Tryna go get on a plane

Do me a show out the States

Sleep off the drugs, he gon' wake up in pain

Bro nodding off he, cannot stay awake

Know he need to quit, he been sipping all day

R.I.P. Ciah, won't say name in vain

Die 'bout my gang, I'll scream out they name

TCE forever, know that we made

LTR forever 'bout the rackades

Know that we getting that bread for the stage

Top Chef my twin, know he did his lil' thing

Been out my mental, I'm going insane

Shanking you up with no switch on the blade, bitch

Bitch, we can go rack for rack

Lil' bitch, I said we can go tit for tat

Send me a beat, I'ma use it untagged

You don't get no credit, I know that you mad

He tried to get the whole city to knock me

I stay on top, and bitch, I'm never stopping

Spending these racks I done dripped out my closet

My girl know she love me, ain't loving her falsely

Papa had loads out in Vegas

Know that I'm stressing, lil' bitch, I been needing a payment

I know some niggas who on it and they'll leave you on the pavement

Bitch, I ain't nothing to play with

What? Reach for this Cartier, you see a whole lotta red

I would of copped me the coupe the interior red

She give me brain, it go SpEd