Raks on Raks (feat. Ben Reyn)
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
I got racks on racks on racks
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back
They like Beni how you do this
Ohhhhh
Baby I'm too fly, but this you know
They aint used to love me
Then I blowed, got two sticks on me
I bet they wont, but if he would
I could show em how it going
Life up in that boot, that's all I'm knowing
Meet me in the jungle shit get cold b
I could make a call
And have them shooters at ya door see
Said I quit the trap but then I just went go reload it
Jugg finesse some more
Im spending money with my woadies
When I hit it from the back, she be like baby slow it
I don't ever walk inside no shit
Im really floatin, feeling really goated
In some other way they owe me
I'm burning all these woods
Damn somebody call up smokey
24 Like kobe I dont think no one can hold me
Shout out to big purp, lil scooter vibester, thats the OGs
You know just how we do it on this side
We gettin more cheese
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
Gotcha bitch on my tip, Idont even want hit
Want some ice on my wrist, give a fuck bout bitch
If I'm sending off 5 then I'm getting back 10
I got shit on my mind got the world in my hand
They be talking online I dont get into that
Got a bitch she a dime, Ima get into that
Ima fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up hmmm
Run in this bitch then I run it up
Hmmm
I be 1st place aint no runner up
Shake n bake burnin the rubber up
Boy you know you can not run with us
I be 10 down but we keep it hunnid up
Im with lil Reyn in the sticks
We just coming up, I seen em switch for the digits
They bummy son
Fuck with em
They can not fuck with us
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
I got racks on racks on racks
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back
They like Beni how you do this
Ohhhhh
Baby I'm too fly, but this you know
They aint used to love me
Then I blowed, got two sticks on me
I bet they wont, but if he would
I could show em how it going
Life up in that boot, that's all I'm knowing
Meet me in the jungle shit get cold b
I could make a call
And have them shooters at ya door see
Said I quit the trap but then I just went go reload it
Jugg finesse some more
Im spending money with my woadies
When I hit it from the back, she be like baby slow it
I don't ever walk inside no shit
Im really floatin, feeling really goated
In some other way they owe me
I'm burning all these woods
Damn somebody call up smokey
24 Like kobe I dont think no one can hold me
Shout out to big purp, lil scooter vibester, thats the OGs
You know just how we do it on this side
We gettin more cheese
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
Gotcha bitch on my tip, Idont even want hit
Want some ice on my wrist, give a fuck bout bitch
If I'm sending off 5 then I'm getting back 10
I got shit on my mind got the world in my hand
They be talking online I dont get into that
Got a bitch she a dime, Ima get into that
Ima fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up hmmm
Run in this bitch then I run it up
Hmmm
I be 1st place aint no runner up
Shake n bake burnin the rubber up
Boy you know you can not run with us
I be 10 down but we keep it hunnid up
Im with lil Reyn in the sticks
We just coming up, I seen em switch for the digits
They bummy son
Fuck with em
They can not fuck with us
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
I got racks on racks on racks
Baby don't talk back to me
We got straps on straps on straps
If he wanna act stupid
Why they act like that
They must not know how we do shit
Just left then I got back, they like
Beni how you do this
Credits
Writer(s): James Benjamin
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