MAKE SOME RACKS Lyrics

Brody call my phone, gang, let's make some racks today

Mix the Gucci with the bape, I don't gotta match today

Baby girl, you so damn sexy, I don't gotta masturbate

If the cops try interview me, I don't got a lot to say

Tip off with a hundred round, we don't air the crowd

If you tellin' me you love me, then you better say it loud

I got brothers that could serve you with the za, you want a pound

I got way too many bitches, I'm a dog I need a pound

She can't get no patek, duckin' all the static

Foreign whippin' traffic, bands on me like matty

I could do you dirty, slime you out, but I'm not slatty

Chrome heart on my back, lift my sleeve, show my tatty

Planted VVS on my ears

I'm on a opp block, standin' with no fears

Spent a nigga's salary on gallery this year

I bet he won't challenge me, he see the way I steer

Pull off on the lights like a GTA heist

Skirt off on a bike, yeah my young n***a sheist

She gon' give me top, give me head like a lice

You know he gon' tell, he gon' squeal like a mice

Brody, call my phone, gang, let's make some racks today

Mix the Gucci with the bape, I don't gotta match today

Baby girl, you so damn sexy, I don't gotta masturbate

If the cops try interview me, I don't got a lot to say

Tip off with a hundred round, we don't air the crowd

If you tellin' me you love me, then you better say it loud

I got brothers that could serve you with the za, you want a pound

I got way too many bitches, I'm a dog i need a pound

Brody, call my phone, gang, let's make some racks today

Brody, call my phone, gang, let's make some racks today

Brody, call my phone, gang, let's make some racks today

Brody, call my phone, gang, let's make some racks