Beat Up The Racks
Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head, they say "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip
Shoot up the car, shoot up the whip
I be on Mars, I'm on the shits
He say he be gettin' money, I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay"
It ain't no way, no way, no way
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he gonna beef wit' a bitch?
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he do not know I get rich?
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he do not tote no stick?
How do I beef wit' a nigga, if he don't even ride wit' a switch?
Uh, how do I beef wit' a nigga, 'fore he know a switch?
How do I beef wit' a nigga, if I can't get his attention?
I'm gon' kill 'em
His partner dead, we got 'em, uh, got his attention
It raises the tension
It raises the tension
Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head, they say "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip
I put a rack on his head, they say "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip
Shoot up the car, shoot up the whip
I be on Mars, I'm on the shits
He say he be gettin' money, I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay"
It ain't no way, no way, no way
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he gonna beef wit' a bitch?
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he do not know I get rich?
How can I beef wit' a nigga, if he do not tote no stick?
How do I beef wit' a nigga, if he don't even ride wit' a switch?
Uh, how do I beef wit' a nigga, 'fore he know a switch?
How do I beef wit' a nigga, if I can't get his attention?
I'm gon' kill 'em
His partner dead, we got 'em, uh, got his attention
It raises the tension
It raises the tension
Play wit' the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head, they say "It's nonsense"
I fuck that bitch off a E, play wit' her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks, like you beat up ya bitch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite wit' that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip
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Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Sikeo
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