Get Them Racks

Heard they talking shit but Ion even give a fuck
Little bitch shut up
Thinking that they bout tell I get a niggah touched
Little niggahs what's up
Got a shooter right beside me case a niggah get tuff
You don't want that smoke
He steady on the gram with them fake ass post
Fake ass Yeezy match that fake ass gold
Ion wanna talk if you ain't got no dough
Steady bout my bag I worried bout no hoe
Never chase a bitch cause they come and go
Hold on lemme show you to the door
Aye fucking with the opps Little bitch get dropped
Drop him like his label wait he even sign a dot
Fucking with his bitch she freak and a thot
My money stack long to the mother fucken top
Anything I drop you niggahs can't top
Pussy ass niggah you's the mother fucken opp
Ion hear shit but my money growing fat
You goofy ass niggahs don't got it like that uh
You pussy ass niggahs be getting to attached
You niggahs be thinking like really got the bag
These internet niggahs be going out sad
Pussy ass niggahs where's your mother fucken facts (Bitch)
Racks I get them racks we smoking the pack (uh)
Pussy ass niggahs get smacked (uh uh uh)
Racks I get them racks we smoking the pack (uh)
Pussy ass niggahs get smacked (uh uh)
Aye fuck that shit he ain't never hit a lick
His bitch on line while the other sucking dick
He ain't Never hit a lick that's a mother fucken lie
Broke ass niggah you ain't even gotta ride
You ain't gotta hear it I'm just letting you know
Broke ass niggah think shits a joke
Always on the grind and ima always wanna shine
And if I think about it shit I could've thought you died
Bitch the fuck (Ha)
Aye Aye couldve thought you died bitch



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Writer(s): Syx Olivares
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