Rackz And The Swagg ft. MILANEZIE & CASHCACHE! Lyrics

Shawty too thick, bitch I don't gotta brag

That boy pockets on skimp, bitch, he don't got a bag

I get high as a bitch, and walk in with the swag

Bitch, and I still got jet lag

I'm serving these zip's, nigga, straight out the trap

I geek off the perc, just to fuckin' relax

I'm in it for practice, I'm in it for racks

He say he got racks

He just makin' me laugh

This bitch, that i'm with let me hit from the back

This bitch on my dick, no, you won't get her back

I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black

You can't play with this shit

Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch

I'm not bringing her back

Let's go

You goin' out bad, I'm not bringing' her back

They want me to crash, but I keep it on track

You lovin' that thot, but she really some trash

Astronaut high, bitch, I took the good batch

Too geeked in the sky, bitch, I don't wanna match

You finna die, trynna play with the bag

Let that boy try, I'ma empty the mag

She really like to use cash

She stuck like some glue, she stuck like a rash

I just gave her to you, left that hoe in the past

No, he don't got a clue how to get with the swag

New hundreds, they blue, they get put in a stash

All this trap money new, I just ran up a sack

I slide out in that coupe, with that digital dash

I'm having the drip with the racks, and the swag

My bitch got the lips, and the hips, with the ass

Let's go

Shawty too thick, bitch I don't gotta brag

That boy pockets on skimp, bitch, he don't got a bag

I get high as a bitch, and walk in with the swag

Bitch, and I still got jet lag

I'm serving these zip's, nigga, straight out the trap

I geek off the perc, just to fuckin' relax

I'm in it for practice, I'm in it for racks

He say he got racks

He just makin' me laugh

This bitch, that i'm with let me hit from the back

This bitch on my dick, no, you won't get her back

I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black

You can't play with this shit

Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch

I'm not bringing her back

And, I just served you a pack

I'm so athletic, I ran up a bag

I'm the connect bitch, I get to that cash

They show me respect, I get a check

You gettin' checked

I cannot flex

That bitch gave me neck

I can't send you a text

Cause' i'm counting up bands

That boy say he up next, but he comin' in last

Undercover, I put Rick on my bag

You a undercover, why you hiding your badge

I'm a motherfucker, I just might be your dad

And that broke shit, I cannot entertain

I get throat quick, from your motherfucking main

I smoke dope, bitch, and it came from L.A

I blow potent, you can tell by the strain

Shawty too thick, bitch I don't gotta brag

That boy pockets on skimp, bitch, he don't got a bag

I get high as a bitch, and walk in with the swag

Bitch, and I still got jet lag

I'm serving these zip's, nigga, straight out the trap

I geek off the perc, just to fuckin' relax

I'm in it for practice, I'm in it for racks

He say he got racks

He just makin' me laugh

This bitch, that i'm with let me hit from the back

This bitch on my dick, no, you won't get her back

I drip in that Rick, bitch, I came in all black

You can't play with this shit

Yeah, I'm takin' your bitch

I'm not bringing her back