
Racks, Racks, Racks. Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Why we fighting, all your brothers fucking love me
You can fight me, all your hoes still tryna fuck me
Don't want no commitment unless I make her eggs runny
Get a couple racks wet, I ain't talking money
Uh, uh
Every day is cuffing season
Nah, every day is fucking season
You gon' suck my dick for no fucking reason
You gon' make me nut, sound like Morgan Freeman
All this money on me feeling like I'm gonna come
All this money on me feeling like I'm number one
All these bitches want me, and they want my son
Gonna put some hot sauce in the condom
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks
You got dead homies, and I got packs
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks,
Let the choppa eat em up like some snacks
Let the choppa eat
Fucking on a Brit, imma help her brush her teeth
Thinking that she woke her parents up when she screamed
Fuck, now I gotta fuck her whole team
Gotta go broke
Did too much coke
Now my dick broke
Ooooh, I have so many issues, yeah
All this money on me feeling like I'm gonna come
All this money on me feeling like I'm number one
All these bitches want me, and they want my son
Gonna put some hot sauce in the condom
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks
You got dead homies, and I got packs
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks,
Let the choppa eat em up like some snacks
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks
You got dead homies, and I got packs
I got racks, I got racks, I got racks,
Let the choppa eat em up like some snacks
Let the choppa eat em up like some snacks