Back 2 Racks

Brodie and nem' came in with the bag
Don't want a Rari I want a new jag
Yea I want Ari I wanna' fuck bad
Just give me neck no strings attached
The bigger the bag
the more they gone brag
I know niggas sad
Ain't making no cash
They wolf on the net
That's how you get dragged
Talk out the side of yo' neck
you get whacked
You owe me money
then bring that shit back
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She shaking that ass she making it clap
Back at the telly I'm throwing them racks
Baby rub on my belly she say that I'm fat
Not (k)rispy life I keep me a strap
Know some young niggas that take back yo' cap

(Yea)

Sitting' back reminiscing
bout' some OG talk
Sun shining bright it got me sweatin'
took the Rollie Off
S5-50
drop the window down
and feel the breeze
In Miami
Blowing good weed
Passing palm trees
Go to bayside
Cop some drip before my bae slide
We finna' take a ride
Sipping drank
While we just sit inside
She whispered in me ear
Said exactly what I wanna' hear
Good sex and good smoke
We fuckin' on the balcony
Damn she feeling me
Past niggas ain't as real as me
Cameras still asleep
Turn em' on when we go hit the sheets
She sweeter than some tea
Then she met me turnt her to a freak
I'm plugged on the East
Swear to god
These niggas under me
Bitch! You can't hit my wood for free
Back 2 the racks boi I feel like big meech
Niggas play snatchies' they reach and I teach
My niggas be ballin' we really elite
Counting' blue hunnids
I'm counting blue cheese
Thicc yellow bitch gone get down on her Knees!
So much damn money I feel like I'm Veeze!

Bitch!

FYN in this bitch man



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Writer(s): Fyn Tee
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