20 Racks ft. pr3ttyboykj Lyrics

Dont talk yo shit if you aint shooting back

I jus hit the border for a order got like twenty racks

Main bitch trippin so my side gone call me back

How the fuck you gangster but you aint gone leave yo habitat

Dont talk yo shit if you aint shooting back

I jus hit the border for a order got like twenty racks

Main bitch trippin so my side gone call me back

How the fuck you gangster but you aint gone leave yo habitat

If I say we got em then the police bouta copy that

Sticked up with them junkies and my og had to pass the mac

Cooking up es soda with sum soft im tryna smack es black

Tweakin off these percs up in the bando tryna cook sum crack

Whip it with my stick while my shawty bust the brick

I know she hate the fiends but she love me cuz im rich

Imma roll my weed cuz i dont really trust et bitch

Putting F inside them blunts she be tweakin off the mids

If she can serve it imma wife her though

You can Mikey Tyson by the way im knockin bows

Hit Matty for a ten we gone get it out

Bro just hit my crib so imma serve it to my testers house

Got them heads up on my line yo

Severing for the low but they be shopping all the time tho

We dont lace that shit we get it pure right off that vine hoe

All ese niggas hating for no reason like they blind folk

Dont talk yo shit if you aint shooting back

I jus hit the border for a order got like twenty racks

Main bitch trippin so my side gone call me back

How the fuck you gangster but you aint gone leave yo habitat

Dont talk yo shit if you aint shooting back

I jus hit the border for a order got like twenty racks

Main bitch trippin so my side gone call me back

How the fuck you gangster but you aint gone leave yo habitat