Racks In My Palms Lyrics

I took bare Ls I dunno how I got this far

Fling them packs in the car

I'm here then I'm garn

I need me the racks in my palms

I make these songs from the heart I ain't tryna chart

I kept shit real from the start

Them man there pushing the mark

We ain't tryna tark we just wahn pepper your clart

I'm on the M with the prettiest jawn

My loud is bunnin the vibes is calm

Devising a plan I need me the bag

I love me the racks same way she loves man

When I ain't out tryna flip them packs I'm chilling in ends with the gang

If my outfits black this matic will slap I hate when I get drawn out by tramps

But I still gotta make shit happen

Wake up early working the pattern

Been out here for time the days just dragging

I'm bout to link with my plug for a package

Grub its a madting cats cant hack it

Slapping the hammers them niggas are dashing

Talk bout money you're not even trapping

Just going to the booth and capping

Build up spliffs from plastic zips

And hit mans wig with rounds from the spin

That's blacked out whips and hearts in bits and cheap tracksuits in metal bins

I get hands on but dont get me wrong if I ain't got it I'm making a drink

The bando stinks dirty dishes and bruk down sinks but it ain't a thing

I took bare Ls I dunno how I got this far

Fling them packs in the car

I'm here then I'm garn

I need me the racks in my palms

I make these songs from the heart I ain't tryna chart

I kept shit real from the start

Them man there pushing the mark

We ain't tryna tark we just wahn pepper your clart