Real Rack Racer
Walk in the room with omnipotent aura
Wake yo ass up, i got bags of that Foldger's
Bust out that seal, you gone pay for that order
I'm in the trap till i make me a quarter
Trust these niggas? no i don't trust shit
Spaz on a nigga and he thought i was skitz
Cut through the center and i run me a blitz
Don't need me a shooter, i do my own flics
Don't fuck with that pussy, that boy is a chazzer
Back door swinging at abuela casa
Need racks right now can't wait till mañana
Slap up a nigga, i feel like E. Honda
Over the stove im sweating a sauna
Thought he got away till i spin with the karma
Came in this bitch im a B2 Bomber
FN clips that'll breach through the armor
Cyclops Beam, i could X out a Man
One up the team then we spin on his friends
Stay with the reaper, i turn to a grimm
Adventure in times, i take em' to Fin
Profit the work cut, chop it, and blend
Real rack racer, i can go for the win
I'm in a rental, got dark on my tints
Can't keep track of these racks that i spent
Ball
Ball
Like my racks real Tall
Tall
I'm rack racing when it call
Call
Don't need no shorts i need it all
All
I'm rack racing when it
10 Years trappin and you still gettin fronted
Beefing wit plugs cause you owe em some money
Fuck up a onion, that shit turn my stomach
Posing a spread with them fake ass hunnits
Moissanite chain, done spend all his backends
Short on the re-up, don't know what had happened
Ain't did shit when they stood on that action
Thought it was sweet till they caught yo ass lackin
Spinning on niggas but no one got hit
Sewer rat nigga you stay in some shit
Crash ass dummy done hit up the innocent
Mark em with lead hit that boy with a pencil tip
Steppin with cadence my mind get militant
Gettin racks up like i served at the Wimbledon
Swing em and clock em on time like a pendulum
Bad Harley Quinn and her pose real menacing
Take a nigga shit better get it like Dracula
Flippin them bands with a fork and a spatula
Real rack racer with a bag in my passenger
I'm on a race every day of the calendar
Trap out the hood and i trap out the hills
Cloak in the scene i can blend to the field
Swim in that water i can grow me some gills
I'm with the static get shocked like a eel
Ball
Ball
Like my racks real Tall
Tall
I'm rack racing when it call
Call
Don't need no shorts i need it all
All
I'm rack racing when it
Wake yo ass up, i got bags of that Foldger's
Bust out that seal, you gone pay for that order
I'm in the trap till i make me a quarter
Trust these niggas? no i don't trust shit
Spaz on a nigga and he thought i was skitz
Cut through the center and i run me a blitz
Don't need me a shooter, i do my own flics
Don't fuck with that pussy, that boy is a chazzer
Back door swinging at abuela casa
Need racks right now can't wait till mañana
Slap up a nigga, i feel like E. Honda
Over the stove im sweating a sauna
Thought he got away till i spin with the karma
Came in this bitch im a B2 Bomber
FN clips that'll breach through the armor
Cyclops Beam, i could X out a Man
One up the team then we spin on his friends
Stay with the reaper, i turn to a grimm
Adventure in times, i take em' to Fin
Profit the work cut, chop it, and blend
Real rack racer, i can go for the win
I'm in a rental, got dark on my tints
Can't keep track of these racks that i spent
Ball
Ball
Like my racks real Tall
Tall
I'm rack racing when it call
Call
Don't need no shorts i need it all
All
I'm rack racing when it
10 Years trappin and you still gettin fronted
Beefing wit plugs cause you owe em some money
Fuck up a onion, that shit turn my stomach
Posing a spread with them fake ass hunnits
Moissanite chain, done spend all his backends
Short on the re-up, don't know what had happened
Ain't did shit when they stood on that action
Thought it was sweet till they caught yo ass lackin
Spinning on niggas but no one got hit
Sewer rat nigga you stay in some shit
Crash ass dummy done hit up the innocent
Mark em with lead hit that boy with a pencil tip
Steppin with cadence my mind get militant
Gettin racks up like i served at the Wimbledon
Swing em and clock em on time like a pendulum
Bad Harley Quinn and her pose real menacing
Take a nigga shit better get it like Dracula
Flippin them bands with a fork and a spatula
Real rack racer with a bag in my passenger
I'm on a race every day of the calendar
Trap out the hood and i trap out the hills
Cloak in the scene i can blend to the field
Swim in that water i can grow me some gills
I'm with the static get shocked like a eel
Ball
Ball
Like my racks real Tall
Tall
I'm rack racing when it call
Call
Don't need no shorts i need it all
All
I'm rack racing when it
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