Raxx
We got the hammers and the glocks, we'll do it to ya
We headed to your spot to chop and screw ya
We comin' for your top, yeah, your whole medulla
And if you try kick doe will, please don't get attached
The monkey on my back
Addicted to these stacks
Addicted to these racks
My ice, my drip, I match, try the gang, we attack
We don't know how to act, tell yo bitch hit me back woah!
Aye 300 k
I spend it right in ya face
Eating the grape off a plate
Pull up in cranberry wraith
No, I don't do dates
Wait, what that boy say?
He won't say it to my face
Counting up hundreds all day (all day)
Aye wait,
Pull out the racks in yo face
Eat it up strawberry cake
Gotta mayback it's not even may
I'm not movin if I don't get paid (money)
Wait, Racks in the bag
I'm ballin u haters sad
I got the swag from my dad
I do not ever wear plaid
Pull up in cranberry jag
I got the sauce in my bag
I got the juice and the swag
Skrr I'm gone my bad
I got the drink in my hand
I got em doing the dance
I got the bands in my pants
Call up the ambulance
Why?
We got the hammers and the glocks, we'll do it to ya
We headed to your spot to chop and screw ya
We comin' for your top, yeah, your whole medulla
And if you try kick doe will, please don't get attached
The monkey on my back
Addicted to these stacks
Addicted to these racks
My ice, my drip, I match, try the gang, we attack
We don't know how to act, tell yo bitch hit me back woah!
We headed to your spot to chop and screw ya
We comin' for your top, yeah, your whole medulla
And if you try kick doe will, please don't get attached
The monkey on my back
Addicted to these stacks
Addicted to these racks
My ice, my drip, I match, try the gang, we attack
We don't know how to act, tell yo bitch hit me back woah!
Aye 300 k
I spend it right in ya face
Eating the grape off a plate
Pull up in cranberry wraith
No, I don't do dates
Wait, what that boy say?
He won't say it to my face
Counting up hundreds all day (all day)
Aye wait,
Pull out the racks in yo face
Eat it up strawberry cake
Gotta mayback it's not even may
I'm not movin if I don't get paid (money)
Wait, Racks in the bag
I'm ballin u haters sad
I got the swag from my dad
I do not ever wear plaid
Pull up in cranberry jag
I got the sauce in my bag
I got the juice and the swag
Skrr I'm gone my bad
I got the drink in my hand
I got em doing the dance
I got the bands in my pants
Call up the ambulance
Why?
We got the hammers and the glocks, we'll do it to ya
We headed to your spot to chop and screw ya
We comin' for your top, yeah, your whole medulla
And if you try kick doe will, please don't get attached
The monkey on my back
Addicted to these stacks
Addicted to these racks
My ice, my drip, I match, try the gang, we attack
We don't know how to act, tell yo bitch hit me back woah!
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Writer(s): Craig Campbell
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