Lyrics Organic Racks - Larry June

Organic Racks

Shit
Goddamn
Sock it to me
Groovy
Yeah
Good job Daniel
You’re doing good
Groovy
I’m just warming up
Good job, Dan
I’m just rollin' up
Only flame
Bitch, I do my thang
Look at the chain
Look at the pink
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I can’t trust no more
I lost that (You broke my heart)
Thought she was my felly, why you pull that joint
I’m tripping hard
I’m sleepin' with it
I don’t fuck with niggas
Fuck niggas
Goin' hard, I ain’t never ghost start
Dirty cashin' got me livin' like a boss
If I can make a million, I can make it out
I’m dealin' with some shit I’m never talkin' 'bout
Thinkin' bigger, I ain’t take the quicker route
Dark days, ain’t no water in the house
Killl take with the thirties bustin' out
Kill a nig in the 'Vette, countin' thousands
Never keep my real money in the house
Weigh it up, I can still send it out
G pulled up, panty in the drawer
Hoes wanna boyfriend, that’s how
Dick in the mouth just for the clout
Rich bitch just wanna cash out
Daddy hella rich, momma caked out
Yellow, I sell when I’m indecisive
Killin' shit, niggas wonderin' when I’m stoppin'
Coolin' kid on my brand new ride
Too legit, fuck a bitch, I’m out
I’m not Mark but I keep a black tie
Beet juice in the morning with a salad
New socks in my drawer say Calvin
Picnic with the bitch, I’m in Maui
Cartier, plane, drank six thousand
Know the game
Play by the rules
Player’s move
You would never lose
Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Yeah, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Aye aye, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Aye, pull up in it
Aye, that ain’t tinted
Aye, that ain’t rented
Aye, full kitted
Down sliding on 'em
Shit, you ain’t with it
Bitch, keep that juice
Yeah, orange juice
Uh, grape juice
Huh, beet juice
Uh, be cool
Oh just be cool
I’m in ceremonies
Get me sloppy talkin'
I got court tomorrow
Bitch, I want it all
Bitch, you sloppy drop
I can’t fuck at all
I told that bitch give me a stack then I blew it all
I like Louie
I’m a customer
But I’m a hustler
So don’t get it fucked it up
This a one take joint
I ain’t write this mane
Got a bitch named Hailey
Got a bitch, name is Sarah
Got a bitch named Katie
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you Kirby
I been coming through a whole lot lately
Pulled up in the coupe looking famous
Know the game
Play by the rules
Player’s move
You would never lose
Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Yeah, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Aye aye, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Bitch, racks in my pocket, I don’t give a fuck
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
I got more than a bitch ass nigga
You already know how I’m coming nigga
Wake up hella early, go to an expensive ass grocery store
And get my motherfucking multivitamins, somethin' slight
Very motherfucking peaceful nigga
Everything I do is A1, bitch step it up
Sock it too me
Bitch, you’re too near me not to hear me, nigga
My orange juice cost twelve dollars, bitch
You know what I’m sayin'
That’s with tax and shit
You know what I’m saying, 'cause I pay my taxes
Off the motherfucking dribble, nigga
I’m coming through, I’m sliding
Corvette and shit, nigga
I might pull out the Bay, I might pull out the Prius, bitch
You just never know
Everything I do is gold, nigga, you know what I’m saying
Off the motherfucking back board, nigga
Old bitch ass nigga, step it up
Good job nigga, Frisco shit, nigga
Bay area shit, nigga
Taking over the world with this shit, nigga
Off the top, very peaceful you bitch ass nigga
Sock it to me