Racks In

I get racks in
I get racks in
I get packs sent

No cap

I get racks in
I get packs sent
Fuck distractions
Im bout that action
I get racks in
I get packs sent
Movie clipped up
They walking round wit MAC-10s
I get racks in
I get pack sent
No distractions
Im bout that action
You can't prevent
What you didn't invent
I am a champ
I am gone win
Bitch I am heaven sent

Bitch I am heaven sent
Reps up cause I been in the gym
All of this money
And all of this dripping
Bitch Im feeling like him
Break a back down
Phillip wit a 3.1 like Lim
And my pack strong
Y'all niggas walking round
Looking like wimps
Damn
You niggas aint shit
No you niggas aint close
Damn
I brag and I boast
Im sipping bottle don't toast
You niggas be burning up all of ya bread
I swear you lil niggas is toast
And when them times get hard
Lil bitch I hop on the road
Yeah
I just been up in the kitchen
Im cooking that soda
Swear I hear that chicken talking
Im feeling like Soda
Pour a 8 up in that yellow Fanta
Im feeling like Kobe
Why do the niggas that talking the most
Man they don't even know me
Man they switched up
They bitched up
They fake and they phony
Why the drippin' like me
Acting like me
I know they cloning
She caught a glimpse of all of this pimp
I hope that you know she a goner
I hit yo bitch when I wanna
Quick turnaround
She'll be out in the morning

I get racks in
I get packs sent
Fuck distractions
Im bout that action
I get racks in
I get packs sent
Movie clipped up
They walking round wit MAC-10s
I get racks in
I get pack sent
No distractions
Im bout that action
You can't prevent
What you didn't invent
I am a champ
I am gone win
Bitch I am heaven sent



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Writer(s): Myles Akins
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