Bring the Racks Home Lyrics

Okay, I'm in my zone, please stop calling my phone

Okay, I bring the racks home, get the bag then I'm gone

I can't show no love, yeah, my heart is on froze like chrome

Yeah, that choppa gon' hit 'em harder than sticks and stones

Okay, you my son, I ain't know they was making clones

Yes, I got all that swag, bitch, I'm fly, I'm flown

I do what I want, yeah, bitch, you know I'm grown

I can't do no wrong 'cause I'm on my own

I don't wanna be your buddy, yeah

My only friend that ain't money, yeah

That's why they actin' so funny, yeah

They all just want somethin' from me, ayy

Diamonds, they lookin' so sunny, ayy

Bitch, we got guns like Bucky, ayy

Choppa gon make shit bloody, ayy

Wrap this shit up like a mummy

You messin' with the big fish, nigga, and you just a guppy

Uh, fur on my coat, lil' nigga, probably came from a husky

Shawty get on her knees, ayy, she give me that yucky

Why these niggas tryna test me? Yeah, I ain't no dummy

Okay, I'm in my zone, please stop calling my phone

Okay, I bring the racks home, get the bag then I'm gone

I can't show no love, yeah, my heart is on froze like chrome

Yeah, that choppa gon' hit 'em harder than sticks and stones

Okay, you my son, I ain't know they was making clones

Yes, I got all that swag, bitch, I'm fly, I'm flown

I do what I want, yeah, bitch, you know I'm grown

I can't do no wrong 'cause I'm on my own