Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Racks , by - Rick RockRelease date: 28.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Racks |
| Racks |
| Racks |
| Racks |
| Rick Rock Beats |
| I got a hundred bands, then I hit the running man |
| Me and Peezy split a check and went and bought a hundred fans |
| Military guns with holographic sight on 'em |
| And this big Dirty Harry got a little bite on 'em |
| Glock forty-two, GFO, this bitch wrapped |
| Three-eighty do 'em shady bust your nigga it his nap |
| Another check another strap, bitch I got racks |
| The Bay died down 'til the Chang brought it back |
| I mastered the art of communication, mack |
| Zap on my lap blowin' High Chew I stay strapped |
| Shiny P-ninety head shot, now he flat |
| Niggas talkin' sweet, get him gone for the racks |
| Yeah, yeah |
| We hit the trap, and thug it out |
| We make it flip, like fuck a drought |
| We hit the trap, and thug it out |
| We make it flip, like fuck a drought |
| 'Cause I’ma need my (Racks) |
| That’s why I said «Just give me a hundred percent, I’m givin' two hundred» |
| Bring six (Racks) |
| Kick do' for my (Racks) |
| Man |
| King comin' for my (Racks) |
| Yeah |
| I’ve only been a millionaire once |
| Been a hundred-thousandaire ten years, eight months |
| Blaps Basterdly, Northern Cali King of Slaps |
| Classic mob slaps and I bought a car that cost a hundred (Racks) |
| Bitch nigga, I’m back, and I’m really from them sevens though |
| Little scandalous ass city but we relevant though |
| Thought she was a freak, but she was celibate though |
| Left me there stiffer than a pelican nose |
| Bitch, you want blow, what the fuck don’t you know? |
| I don’t trip on no ho, I will call you an Uber, then hit the front door |
| Tippy-toe like a cougar on Zeniths and Vogues |
| Yeah, yeah |
| We hit the trap, and thug it out |
| We make it flip, like fuck a drought |
| We hit the trap, and thug it out |
| We make it flip, like fuck a drought |
| 'Cause I’ma need my (Racks) |
| for my (Racks) |
| Kick do' for my (Racks) |
| King comin' for my (Racks) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Rick Rockzilla’s runnin' round |
| They love real boys, Vallejo, Richmond and The Town |
| In the fed, my city niggas held me down |
| I was prayin' on my knees, now they lookin' at me now |
| Aw racks, look like a million on my arm |
| Fif-fifty illest with us still lookin' for |
| Was on the run, half a million dollar bond |
| Couldn’t get me on the body so they stressed me on the gun |
| Me and Snoop still thuggin' in the, projects |
| If she love me, she gonna give me what I want |
| Your clique bunk, if you ain’t poppin' tags |
| Two mismatched forties in my red-bottom bag |
| It’s High Chewy fuck it, roll a Zag |
| Free the real, hope this makes you send fifty to your man |
| I want the little bitch to draw Ricky in the sand |
| Tell them ballin' niggas that I got fifty of them pounds |
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