Rack By Rack

Aye aye
Woah
Aye Kush hoe
Aye
I'm pushin this primo
Sippin flamingo
Wit los banditos
Lil mami I see you
Her nigga childish ain't talkin Gambino
I'm livin rapido no despasito
She call me papi she call brodie tio
You niggas my mijos
I got em shoutin my name like it's Bingo
Stackin dineros yeah R.I.P. Deeno
Let's get to these millions rack by rack
Ain't got no love for no snake or no rat
Trust and respect you can't buy dat
Bad lil bitch she a brat
But she independent and her booty fat
Like how it move when I hit from the back
Hit up the plug what's the haps?
Got a new batch and it's ready to hatch
Boy this that pressure, gas, thrax
Hit it I bet it hit back. Facts
No wrestling match I'm makin her tap
Submission she like when she pinned to the mat
She throw it I catch it her soul gettin snatched
And my niggas got this shit on lock like a latch
Ain't got no suppressor ain't no holdin back
Whatever I do I do dat to the max
You come with that actin you know it's a wrap
Fuck nigga might have a panic attack
She think cuz she pretty dat don't mean she whack
Came wit some friends they get fed to the pack
When you from jungle you gotta adapt
I cut em off I don't cut em no slack
Don't fuck wit these niggas
They hot as some Takis
I need them bands no mariachi
I played it cool I be smooth as a criminal
My bitch too bad
Got the neighborhood watchin me
Sat and plotted this like a bank robbery
Give me my props talk to properly
I know what not to do I know what not to be
Hey
Let's get to these millions rack by rack
Ain't got no love for no snake or no rat
Trust and respect you can't buy dat
Bad lil bitch she a brat
But she independent and her booty fat
Like how it move when I hit from the back
So what's the move? Yeah
Like how you move yeah
Imma come through with the ooh yeah
You ain't gon know what to do yeah
I make it look eazy I'm ruthless
Came wit some outlaws we breakin the rules
Baecay wit your bitch take a trip to Aruba
She let me dive in dat pussy no scuba
Good in my hood like my first name Cuba
Down wit some real we link like we Cuban
We ain't the the type to purp out on computers
Might end up missin this shit like Bermuda
Think that's your partner but he the intruder
Watch how the switch for the bag
Ain't nothin new you can't even be mad
We put the press on they ass
Wanna be first but don't know how to last
I get a kick out it I do not bitch bout it
They talkin shit dat they don't even be bout
Wasn't too long ago they wouldn't reach out
I'm 1 up I'm 2 up they startin to freak out
If you take a look through my lenses
You'll probably see this shit different
I took a swing at this shit
It went over the fences
Told em I'm goin the distance
Let's get to these millions rack by rack
Ain't got no love for no snake or no rat
Trust and respect you can't buy dat
Bad lil bitch she a brat
But she independent and her booty fat
Like how it move when I hit from the back



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