Gettin To Them Racks
Bitch!
Never leave my bro's
How tf u say u be on kappas u ain't got no pole
Mama raised a smart ass boy I never made honor roll
Hold on bitch I'm rockin vlone
My bitch just told my other bitch we talk tf she on
Had to send her ass home, cuz she's a dirty shone
Inna hellcat not a scat I hit it frm the back
Keep on tellin ppl not to lack we keep them drum attached
Hold on bitch say it's 200 on this dash
When we whipping bitch we speedin, kno we goin hella fast
Long live my speed racers man I wished y'all never crashed
If y'all was still here u kno we getting to them racks
(U kno we gettin to them racks)
I been chasin after green yeen got nothin in yo stash
Run up them blue bengi's then I put it in my bag
Tell them feins that we open cuz we gettin to them racks
We ain't trippin bout no bread we chase hella pape
Runnin up these digits all gas ion touch the brakes
CBC the camp can't play wit us we to heavy weight
We might spin yo block wit chop sticks 5 gon let it spray
Bitch u better pray
Creepin on yo block wit this huh tryna make it shake
Fuck a 24 brawd day we might spin the lake
Ian got no opps them niggas fans (aah)
Ian got no opps them niggas fans
Runnin up these blues so I can stuff em in my pants
Empty out the drake we spin again & again
Never leave my bro's ion need no new friends
Never leave my bro's
How tf u say u be on kappas u ain't got no pole
Mama raised a smart ass boy I never made honor roll
Hold on bitch I'm rockin vlone
My bitch just told my other bitch we talk tf she on
Had to send her ass home, cuz she's a dirty shone
Inna hellcat not a scat I hit it frm the back
Keep on tellin ppl not to lack we keep them drum attached
Hold on bitch say it's 200 on this dash
When we whipping bitch we speedin, kno we goin hella fast
Long live my speed racers man I wished y'all never crashed
If y'all was still here u kno we getting to them racks
(U kno we gettin to them racks)
I been chasin after green yeen got nothin in yo stash
Run up them blue bengi's then I put it in my bag
Tell them feins that we open cuz we gettin to them racks
We ain't trippin bout no bread we chase hella pape
Runnin up these digits all gas ion touch the brakes
CBC the camp can't play wit us we to heavy weight
We might spin yo block wit chop sticks 5 gon let it spray
Bitch u better pray
Creepin on yo block wit this huh tryna make it shake
Fuck a 24 brawd day we might spin the lake
Ian got no opps them niggas fans (aah)
Ian got no opps them niggas fans
Runnin up these blues so I can stuff em in my pants
Empty out the drake we spin again & again
Never leave my bro's ion need no new friends
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Writer(s): Nlmb Twinn
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