Blow All My Racks

You are now tuned in to the Darko Radio Show
Blow 101 of my first hundred racks
(Let's go)
Money coming money going
Ain't no need to get attached
(Let's go)
Lose it all and double back
Then we drink and smoke a sack
Mix a script with alcohol that's gon make me too relaxed
(Facts)

Yeah
Blow a 101 of my first hundred racks
Finally caught a bag now I'm ballin like I'm Stockton on the Jazz
Got the trumpets with the sax
And my bitch just told me yo you served like I'm out here moving packs
All this cheese pepper jacks
Bring the fire bring a match
And we slide to Dubai
TSA didn't catch the gat
And my gang sick as hell
That's why we don't wear a mask
Ain't no credit on the sale so we only taking cash
All this money break the scale so she make that pussy clap
Not a killer but don't push me cause my reals ones keep a strap

Yeah
Thinking bout you twenty four seven
Six six six in the pussy but it feel like heaven
Pop that pussy
(Dope)
Say you got kids at the crib
Baby daddy ain't shit he won't even babysit em
That's lame
No dry nose and you Betty Bo cane
And you posted on Instagram with a little powder on your nose
Dry snitching on the gang
Tell em hit the road you don't think they in your lane
You would bend it over for some clothes
Like you hit a little pose for your main
Want a little fame
And you tried OnlyFans only one day
Then you get embarrassed and delete the whole page
(One time)
Only fucked one time and the condom slipped
So I had to go slow like I'm driving in the rain
(Go slow)
And you know she hit me with the bad news Bernstein
Talking bout I'm bout to be a BD she late
That's pain
(Type a shit fucked my whole day up)
Twenty four nine
The kid not mine you tryna trap me cause I'm paid
(Ching)
Tryna mess up my new thing
(Real shit)
I swear I'm not cracking her bae
(Nah she got a new man)
She had to finesse him he got her a Benz
He got her some jewelry now she swaggin in
(She swaggin in)
Had to finesse him that's twenty four ten
Got her a benz
She hopping in
She like to move around hop around quick
(Skrt)
She from the streets
She like hip hop and hip hoppin on dick
(On God)
If you get bands she'll pop it out a quick
(On God)
Plus she a white girl her whole family rich
Bella Hadid now she copping some kicks
(I'mma get it)
From city to city
Flew out from China to chop it up with me
She taking her time to make sure that it's pretty
(Let's fuck)
Time piece ain't tickin the tropics is litty
She want some new titties she sell her whole kidney
Only want Prada she only want Fendi
The ass is too big but the waist too skinny
Hit the strip club and I'm tipping
I got look rich even if it is cap
Came from the bottom so I'm popping bottles
I never could make this shit last
I'm irresponsible I gotta pop it too
I'm gonna blow all my racks



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Writer(s): Joseph Jacklin-nunez
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