Big Racks

Haaa
I'm tired, been working 24-7, like my life depend on it, like I want some big racks
Gang, on God
Gang, gang, gang

Bitch, where that bag at? turning to a bad man
Boy yo shooter trash can
Hopped out the bed like this, nigga, where your swag at
It's a switch up on this Glock, just hold the trigger, blow em' back
I been rollin' with a nupe, brand new hoe, blow like a flute
I'm the one and never two, you a lie, bitch, I'm the truth
Throw some ice up on my neck, make your bitch cream, give bro the scoop
And bitch, I'm talkin' bout that owl, watch that lil hoe that sayin' who?
Bitch
I want big racks, we eat good, big backs
Hard body, six-pack, free six, the big jack
How brother die and you ain't spin, get your lick back
Choppa hurt my shoulder when I shot it, crazy kick back
Man, this bitch crazy in the head, I'm in her mouth, no tic-tac
You ain't worth shit, knick-knack, that bitch you with, I hit that
I been leanin', lines inside my face look like I took a nap
Bro been fiendin', if he see that boy today, he gettin' whacked nigga

Shorty quick to yell out, this my song soon as they cut it on
My shooters quick to yell out, what you on? You better watch your tone
I know she on go, her naked picture's all up in my phone
I'ma get up with you, I've been itching just to use my pole
This 22, hold twenty-three, bitch, I want a hat
You won't see me aim below the knee
Your bitch wanna roll with me, this a different type of pimpin', nigga
Tryna see if I can break the bitch for maybe six figures
This ain't no regular trigger
Hangin' with gorilla killers tryna catch a ape
I been mowin' all my grass like I'm tryna catch a snake
She ain't givin' me no ass, won't let me fuck unless she ate
Vegan bitch wan feed me grass, but I'm not tryna lose no weight
If you ain't early, bitch, you late, mama taught me clean my plate
I keep it real, they keep it fake, I tend to keep em out my face
This lil' hoe freaky than a bitch, she eat the dick to get a eighth
They say if you ain't first, then you last, but I don't run the race, nigga

I'm tryna do it big, bitch, give me top inside the wraith
If they send me to the brig, we spending paper on that case
This bitch got some pretty skin, got my kids all on her face
I'm tryna make that lil' hoe bend, I ain't talkin' bout no Jace
Lil' bitch know that I'm a stunna, beat the block, bitch, I'm a drummer
YBG posted beside me with a chop, bitch, he the gunner
Told the bitch, just give me top, I don't wan fuck cause she a runner
But her friend gon' throw it back, she make it clap just like some thunder, nigga

Bitch, where that bag at? turning to a bad man
Boy yo shooter trash can
Hopped out the bed like this, nigga, where your swag at
It's a switch up on this Glock, just hold the trigger, blow em' back
I been rollin' with a nupe, brand new hoe, blow like a flute
I'm the one and never two, you a lie, bitch, I'm the truth
Throw some ice up on my neck, make your bitch cream, give bro the scoop
And bitch, I'm talkin' bout that owl, watch that lil hoe that sayin' who?
Bitch
I want big racks, we eat good, big backs
Hard body, six-pack, free six, the big jack
How brother die and you ain't spin, get your lick back
Choppa hurt my shoulder when I shot it, crazy kick back



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Writer(s): Carlton Patton
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