Rack Racer Lyrics

Still winning

Never took this shit for a given

Flying up Linden

Big heads calling, tell me what you spending

Eastside hot, buddy hurry hop in

Running with them winners, I been really grinding

Show you how to make some cheese, its about the timing

When I say its money to be made, nigga I ain't lying

Told my nigga dust his shoulder off, nigga keep trying

I'm a bag chaser

I should've worked for Nascar, I'm a rack racer

Sending out pictures of hella flavors

I ain't just doing me, I been doing favors

Put the car in drive

Damn its been a good year like my fucking tires

Tony Hawk still grinding out, you know I'm tired

Hippie asked 'bout some pills I don't fucking got

Heard the nigga simping send a

Thot to his fucking spot

Real pimping, send a bitch to grant a nigga wishes

I'll clean a nigga bitch life like a cleaning dishes

I'll shoot first and think last if he look suspicious

Still winning

Never took this shit for a given

Flying up Linden

Big heads calling, tell me what you spending

Eastside hot, buddy hurry hop in