1-833-Racks-Now

All that got damn playing and shit
Man who you on the phone with?
Ha-haaah, these racks

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Pullin' up with glocks
I let the hammer twerk,
Nigga talk that shit, I get to flashin' like his camera work
Snap it like the chat, but I ain't got no filter
Not the main, just the rich-ass side, nigga
Got on garments, can't pronounce, but I know this shit is foreign
Wake up to a bag, calling me up in the mornin'
She blowin' up my other phone, I hope this shit important

Missing out on racks, that's only thing, I can't afford it
Tailor suit, I get corporate
Short hair, Halle Berry, she get Swordfish'd
Racks enormous, my pockets gettin' good performance
Super loud, all my, shhhhh got a noise ordnance

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Flew out first class, nigga just to get the bag
I need that shit in cash, please don't sit it on no app
Fast break, Eurostep, kiss it off the glass
Niggas catchin' free throws but shootin' like they Shaq
Feeling' like I'm Morrison return of the Mack
Doubled up on bands, yeah, you know that I be back
Check out with the groceries on im the bag boy
Walk in, get that cheesecake, that's a Bad Boy
Boppin', I get Diddy with it
Niggas sellin' trash, Michael Blackson, I ain't jiggy with it
How you pull up with your strap but you Pinky with it
Say you about that life, but I don't think he with it

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Writer(s): Ira Hughes
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