Racks Freestyle
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Smokin on thrax, you smokin on midget
Bring the beat back, I know that you feel it
Bring the beat back, they know that I killed it
I got em moshin, I got em dancin
He like a reindeer, nigga be prancin
I got your bitch, we don't romance
My boy got the sticks, I don't throw hands
I ain't pullin triggers, I'm countin these bands
I got me some shooters, they aim where you stand
My hands aren't dirty, they're all in her pants
I pop me a 30, I can't even stand
I want the rackaids, I want the commas
These niggas cryin, run to your momma
I see her, she fuckin, she like a llama
Spit on my dick, swallow like agua
Fuck her so good she be callin me papa
Run up on me then lil nigga, it's bye bye
A lot of new money, that shit sayin gaga
You niggas funny, you got me like haha
I'm sippin codeine, I'm sippin sizzurp
Boy you don't know me, cut you like scissors
Ballin like Jeff Green, feel like a Wizard
She came and sucked me, now you gon kiss her
I got some problems, yeah, YNB mental
These niggas cappin, you flexin a rental
I'm makin movies, I'm makin Mementos
I'm never movin, I'm stayin down, ten toes
Cop me a crib in LA, but I'll stay down in Jersey
No you can't touch me, these bitches ain't worthy
I see you at home, these niggas ain't workin
I been on my own, ain't no bitch got me hurtin
Ima just run up the racks
Ima just run up the digits
They sayin that YNB wack
We sayin that YNB isn't
Lil shorty get hit from the back, I told that lil bitch I'm expensive
We fuckin? I need me some racks
If not, then I'm runnin like engine
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Smokin on thrax, you smokin on midget
Bring the beat back, I know that you feel it
Bring the beat back, they know that I killed it
I got em moshin, I got em dancin
He like a reindeer, nigga be prancin
I got your bitch, we don't romance
My boy got the sticks, I don't throw hands
I ain't pullin triggers, I'm countin these bands
I got me some shooters, they aim where you stand
My hands aren't dirty, they're all in her pants
I pop me a 30, I can't even stand
I want the rackaids, I want the commas
These niggas cryin, run to your momma
I see her, she fuckin, she like a llama
Spit on my dick, swallow like agua
Fuck her so good she be callin me papa
Run up on me then lil nigga, it's bye bye
A lot of new money, that shit sayin gaga
You niggas funny, you got me like haha
I'm sippin codeine, I'm sippin sizzurp
Boy you don't know me, cut you like scissors
Ballin like Jeff Green, feel like a Wizard
She came and sucked me, now you gon kiss her
I got some problems, yeah, YNB mental
These niggas cappin, you flexin a rental
I'm makin movies, I'm makin Mementos
I'm never movin, I'm stayin down, ten toes
Cop me a crib in LA, but I'll stay down in Jersey
No you can't touch me, these bitches ain't worthy
I see you at home, these niggas ain't workin
I been on my own, ain't no bitch got me hurtin
Ima just run up the racks
Ima just run up the digits
They sayin that YNB wack
We sayin that YNB isn't
Lil shorty get hit from the back, I told that lil bitch I'm expensive
We fuckin? I need me some racks
If not, then I'm runnin like engine
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks, run up the digits
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Run up the racks, I run up the digits
Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Alarcon
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