80 to Ahh Rack (feat. Juice Miin & All Hail Tuch)
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
Flipping them packs
Spend it, you know I'ma get it right back
Put that ass on my lap
If you do that, make that shit clap
Now I'm passing the gas
I'm passing the gas I'm passing the gas cause that pack on the way
That pack on the way, that pack on the way, fuck fuck out my face
Niggas know I'm rolling drugs cause I don't give a fuck
I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck, Nigga I'm high as fuck
You can catch me in the cut, rolling doobies up
I got them G's and them P's, nigga what you need?
I don't fuck with those stems, get that shit from to me
I got Juice sipping the lean while we killing beats
Woah
Man I do this shit for fun nigga
Turnt eighty to a rack just for fun nigga
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
Eighty to a rack, I'm flipping and moving them grams
She say I'm the man
I'm rolling the wood, she popping them xans, I think she a fan
Me and Quise you know he got the trees
Blowing it down by the pound
Riding around in my town, I'm the king so hand me the crown
Never thought I would have time for this
Who ever thought my mind would switch
Niggas be in all kinds of shit
Just wanna stack my profit quick
Always super high, never ever sober
If I rip the Backwood, I'ma roll it over
Your price low but my price lower
Your ice cold but my ice colder
Your team bold but my team bolder
I'ma real nigga, die hard soldier
It's game time but now It's game over
If I told you once, don't say I ain't told ya
We real niggas never will we fold up
Live by the code and die like a soldier
We real niggas never will we fold up
Live by the code and die like a soldier
I just turnt Eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt Eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
We stacking and flipping them packs
Then turnt eighty to a rack
When the thrax in I gotta tax
If she spent the night you know I clapped
Trapping in the shell toes
In the trap with them elbows
Train wrecking railroads
Selling nothing unless it fold
Green light its on go
Today I'ma sell it whole
Tomorrow I'ma break it down
It's fire stop, drop, and roll
Cock it back, spray it then reload
My Migos bringing in them loads
Them Asian's bringing in them poles
And this kitchen ain't nothing but a stove
And this house ain't nothing but some O's
Fuck them bitches, you can't trust them hoes
Stack that money until it can't fold
Let it sit until that shit mold
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
Flipping them packs
Spend it, you know I'ma get it right back
Put that ass on my lap
If you do that, make that shit clap
Now I'm passing the gas
I'm passing the gas I'm passing the gas cause that pack on the way
That pack on the way, that pack on the way, fuck fuck out my face
Niggas know I'm rolling drugs cause I don't give a fuck
I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck, Nigga I'm high as fuck
You can catch me in the cut, rolling doobies up
I got them G's and them P's, nigga what you need?
I don't fuck with those stems, get that shit from to me
I got Juice sipping the lean while we killing beats
Woah
Man I do this shit for fun nigga
Turnt eighty to a rack just for fun nigga
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
Eighty to a rack, I'm flipping and moving them grams
She say I'm the man
I'm rolling the wood, she popping them xans, I think she a fan
Me and Quise you know he got the trees
Blowing it down by the pound
Riding around in my town, I'm the king so hand me the crown
Never thought I would have time for this
Who ever thought my mind would switch
Niggas be in all kinds of shit
Just wanna stack my profit quick
Always super high, never ever sober
If I rip the Backwood, I'ma roll it over
Your price low but my price lower
Your ice cold but my ice colder
Your team bold but my team bolder
I'ma real nigga, die hard soldier
It's game time but now It's game over
If I told you once, don't say I ain't told ya
We real niggas never will we fold up
Live by the code and die like a soldier
We real niggas never will we fold up
Live by the code and die like a soldier
I just turnt Eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt Eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
I just turnt eighty to a rack
Woah Woah
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack, squad
To a rack, aye
Turnt it to a rack
To a rack
Turnt it to a rack
We stacking and flipping them packs
Then turnt eighty to a rack
When the thrax in I gotta tax
If she spent the night you know I clapped
Trapping in the shell toes
In the trap with them elbows
Train wrecking railroads
Selling nothing unless it fold
Green light its on go
Today I'ma sell it whole
Tomorrow I'ma break it down
It's fire stop, drop, and roll
Cock it back, spray it then reload
My Migos bringing in them loads
Them Asian's bringing in them poles
And this kitchen ain't nothing but a stove
And this house ain't nothing but some O's
Fuck them bitches, you can't trust them hoes
Stack that money until it can't fold
Let it sit until that shit mold
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Writer(s): Marquise Jones
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