Racks On Racks
(NekoBondz)
This shit gone
This shit gone
This shit gone ride
This shit gone ride
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go
YEAH
I got racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Let's go
racks on racks
Bro let me stop playing bro
Turn me up
Let's go
I say racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
I got them racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
Feel like a reverend i'm spitting my verses
Niggas be wishing they sending out curses
Shit off the dome I ain't got to rehearse it
Running wild and I know I'm not perfect
Can't lay in no bed cause a young nigga working
Can't turn on my back cause this Niggas be lurking
Sunday morning on the drums I was churching
Trying to find my soul cause this nigga be searching
Hiding my painI was really hurting
Feel like a turtleI been in a shell
When I get off the gas it just feel like a spell
Fighting these demonsI ain't going to hell
Living this life i'm Just making my sales
Serving a niggaI aint using no scale
Keeping some secrets Hope they don't tell
I hope they don't tell
Money in the bank cause I got I gotta get a mil
Long live my brother I'm going to get this deal
Let's go, Let's go
Long Live Milt, Say Long Live Milt
Can't swim in my water I swim with the fishes
Gary BurgersI was washing them dishes
Racks on my mind I was granting my wishes
Healing my soul I was getting them stitches
Healing my soul I was getting new stitches
People they crying these nigga this bitches
Oooo she wet like water
Um umm umm I don't want no daughter
I say racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
I got them racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Feel like a reverend I spitting my verses
Niggas be wishing they sending out curses
Shit off the dome I ain't got to rehearse it
Running wild and I know I'm not perfect
All of my niggas we really a team
All of my niggas we living our dream
When I get on my mic I just ball like Hakeem
Shake up the room I feel just like Kareem
Rocking my tee I ain't talking supreme
Cant play in these streets cause this life is extreme
Get to that money we trying to succeed
Anit no I in team we got to believe
Taking the wheel got to get to the fortune
Remember those days we was riding on horses
Dreaming bout fast cars riding in Porsches
We gone make it out
I ain't even gone force it
We gone make it
I ain't even gone force it
I got the racks on me
I got the racks on me
This shit gone ride
Let's go
This shit gone
This shit gone
This shit gone ride
This shit gone ride
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go
YEAH
I got racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Let's go
racks on racks
Bro let me stop playing bro
Turn me up
Let's go
I say racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
I got them racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
Feel like a reverend i'm spitting my verses
Niggas be wishing they sending out curses
Shit off the dome I ain't got to rehearse it
Running wild and I know I'm not perfect
Can't lay in no bed cause a young nigga working
Can't turn on my back cause this Niggas be lurking
Sunday morning on the drums I was churching
Trying to find my soul cause this nigga be searching
Hiding my painI was really hurting
Feel like a turtleI been in a shell
When I get off the gas it just feel like a spell
Fighting these demonsI ain't going to hell
Living this life i'm Just making my sales
Serving a niggaI aint using no scale
Keeping some secrets Hope they don't tell
I hope they don't tell
Money in the bank cause I got I gotta get a mil
Long live my brother I'm going to get this deal
Let's go, Let's go
Long Live Milt, Say Long Live Milt
Can't swim in my water I swim with the fishes
Gary BurgersI was washing them dishes
Racks on my mind I was granting my wishes
Healing my soul I was getting them stitches
Healing my soul I was getting new stitches
People they crying these nigga this bitches
Oooo she wet like water
Um umm umm I don't want no daughter
I say racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Say yeah, yeah
I got them racks
On racks
On racks
On racks
Feel like a reverend I spitting my verses
Niggas be wishing they sending out curses
Shit off the dome I ain't got to rehearse it
Running wild and I know I'm not perfect
All of my niggas we really a team
All of my niggas we living our dream
When I get on my mic I just ball like Hakeem
Shake up the room I feel just like Kareem
Rocking my tee I ain't talking supreme
Cant play in these streets cause this life is extreme
Get to that money we trying to succeed
Anit no I in team we got to believe
Taking the wheel got to get to the fortune
Remember those days we was riding on horses
Dreaming bout fast cars riding in Porsches
We gone make it out
I ain't even gone force it
We gone make it
I ain't even gone force it
I got the racks on me
I got the racks on me
This shit gone ride
Let's go
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Writer(s): Brandon Moore
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