Racks
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
I'm fucking that bitch all the time that pussy is mines
I put the bros on my spine I carry that shit all the time
Running this shit everytime the judge gave Brody that dime
You know that boy gone be fine I'm spinning that shit everytime yeah
Yeah
You know that i been on my grind
Ima keep writing these hits they feeling my flow my rhymes
Bitches keep hitting my line you know I'm hitting decline
Hoes be feeling my swag you know I drip all the time yeah
Yeah
You know that I drip
I put some ice on my wrist
Flooded my neck it glist
Hateing on me cause I fuck on yo bitch that's they be all my dick
Bunky like curry he shoot from the three you know he be splashing like swish
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
I'm fucking that bitch all the time that pussy is mines
I put the bros on my spine I carry that shit all the time
Running this shit everytime the judge gave Brody that dime
You know that boy gone be fine I'm spinning that shit everytime yeah
Yeah
You know that i been on my grind
Ima keep writing these hits they feeling my flow my rhymes
Bitches keep hitting my line you know I'm hitting decline
Hoes be feeling my swag you know I drip all the time yeah
Yeah
You know that I drip
I put some ice on my wrist
Flooded my neck it glist
Hateing on me cause I fuck on yo bitch that's they be all my dick
Bunky like curry he shoot from the three you know he be splashing like swish
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
Yeah
I was just running through racks
I fuck the bitch everytime you know I got her attached
Yo bitch be hitting my line I told her stop hitting my jack
Money be all on my mind you know I gotta adapt
Credits
Writer(s): Rahmir Yeiser-burton
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