Run Up Tha Racks (Extended)

Run up the racks
She not a ten? Want none of that
Need me a bitch to throw that shit back
Standing ovation, she made that shit clap

Problems I face it, speaking the facts
Shit I speak real, I do not cap
Nigga I'm turnt, lemme relax
Imma roll up, puff on some pack

We like to

Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Young nigga ain't got no hoes
Don't give a fuck where they at

Like Dora lost, need a map
Can't be a vegan, her head in my lap
Get my nut off and go give her some dap
She want some food, that shit a wrap

My flow hit ya head, concussion, don't you remember?
My flow so cold you woulda thought I wrote my bars down in December
Not cuz I'm black, but I stay winning, so I got that chicken dinner
Feeding my pockets cornbread and cabbage, my pockets getting thick not thinner

I can switch up the flow but you already know
That a nigga just poppin' shit
Call her whip cream by the way that she toppin' shit
Stay on a roll, ain't no stoppin' it

Top of my class in high school, I'm smart
Yeah you know that shits evident
Bitches see me and think I'm a demon
But I know a nigga heaven sent

Yeah he thinkin' he relevant
Until a nigga gets stepped on
Until a nigga gets slept on
Until he's long gone

So Imma go sit there on the back burner
Yeah Imma go 'head leave the stove on
And crank up the heat to the max
Porch lights, midnight, ya nigga stay on

While I

Run up the racks
She not a ten? Want none of that
Need me a bitch to throw that shit back
Standing ovation, she made that shit clap

Problems I face it, speaking the facts
Shit I speak real, I do not cap
Nigga I'm turnt, lemme relax
Imma roll up, puff on some pack

We like to

Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Young nigga ain't got no hoes
Don't give a fuck where they at

Like Dora lost, need a map
Can't be a vegan, her head in my lap
Get my nut off and go give her some dap
She want some food, that shit a wrap

Back for part two
They said turn that shit up, you know that I had to
Not with the sneak dissin', you know I'll get at you
I am so nuts I might run up and catch you

Got some old homies that I don't miss
Got no time for em, no watch on my wrist
Lemme get in my bag like where is it at
Imma run up the racks, I ain't walkin' for shit

Forever candle I stay lit
So that means I stay bringing heat
How I take off on the beat like race
Fresh dust for the taste, y'all can't compete

All my flows got such a nice feat
Like they got up and ran off
Stop all that reachin', no degree but I'm teaching
It's not a game, ain't no hand off

You woulda thought I was born in Milwaukee
Cuz a nigga just keep it a buck
If you ain't blood or you ain't family
Don't care what you say, don't be giving a fuck

I'm go head and get to this bag, and imma do it by any means
Spoil the fam, don't give a damn, then go turn up with the team

Cuz you know we

Run up the racks
She not a ten? Want none of that
Need me a bitch to throw that shit back
Standing ovation, she made that shit clap

Problems I face it, speaking the facts
Shit I speak real, I do not cap
Nigga I'm turnt, lemme relax
Imma roll up, puff on some pack

We like to

Run up the racks
Run up the racks
Young nigga ain't got no hoes
Don't give a fuck where they at

Like Dora lost, need a map
Can't be a vegan, her head in my lap
Get my nut off and go give her some dap
She want some food, that shit a wrap