Racks

I got racks in the safe
Hundred thousand everyday
Yeah they always looking at me cuz they know ya boy paid
I got liquor in my cup I ain't sipping lemonade
And I'm all about the mula bitch I'm all about the pay
I got shooters on deck, they all about to spray
Boy don't push a fuck button I suggest you go away
We ain't coming for your body yeah we aim it at yo brain
I don't ever trust a opp so murder had to be the case

Yeah bitch I'm back and I ain't ever gon stop
I was made for this shit so I'm headed to the top
I don't really fuck with police I don't really fuck with opps
When they see me going up they better be ready to drop
And I got it on me
I put that on my team
And I'm way too big to say that I'm low key
Ballin like I'm Curry counting up 3 rings
Now everybody acting like they really know me

Like they really know me
Man y'all really police
Every time I catch them watching they be tryna clone me
How you acting like my dawg but you really phony
Quit the talk behind my back man you know how hoes be
I had to get up, stay down, stack the paper
You tryna buy designer man I'm tryna buy acres
A lot of baddies with me I ain't really gotta say much
She give me good brain had to give the bitch a A plus
They tell me be humble but I'm tired of that
See we always sliding first so we ain't sliding back
Every verse I do I leave it in a body bag
I got too much heart, I love too hard, that's cardiac
You see I switch my flows the way I switch my clothes
I got the bust down watch I got it dipped in Rose
Man you ain't getting no dough
Man you ain't reached no goals
Imma just sip this Rose while I tip 4 fours

I got racks in the safe
Hundred thousand everyday
Yeah they always looking at me cuz they know ya boy paid
I got liquor in my cup I ain't sipping lemonade
And I'm all about the mula bitch I'm all about the pay
I got shooters on deck, they all about to spray
Boy don't push a fuck button I suggest you go away
We ain't coming for your body yeah we aim it at yo brain
I don't ever trust a opp so murder had to be the case

I got racks in the safe
Hundred thousand everyday
Yeah they always looking at me cuz they know ya boy paid
I got liquor in my cup I ain't sipping lemonade
And I'm all about the mula bitch I'm all about the pay
I got shooters on deck, they all about to spray
Boy don't push a fuck button I suggest you go away
We ain't coming for your body yeah we aim it at yo brain
I don't ever trust a opp so murder had to be the case



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Serna
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link