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Torch
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Rackem
feat. Young Breed, Gunplay
Play, apply strategize above first Keep it to thousand, two G for these niggas My shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rack Running rounds in the stick on the strip like it's Iraq Presidents you roll, I call that bitch Barack Y'all keep it a hundred, I'mma keep it a rack
Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
Better asking my name, 20 racks of my wrist Couple racks in my feet, ten racks in my bitch This Givenchy T cost a couple racks, too Think she ain't fucking, I can show you what them racks do Head busting with that color, nigga I got them racks on that, that's why they spoil a nigga Second bottles in the buck, that's a couple racks Ten bitches round a nigga, time to double that Ticket on a ticking gun, I'm clicking, boy, I'm loop Another selling record but I got a bunch of groupies Grinding in the Panamera, dealer try to coupe me Now I'm in that 9-11 same color as Snoopie Cocaine seats with the firm max What you pay for that, boy, cover ax Double MG, who could fuck with that I got a bully love the clip if you wanna fuck
Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
I play the field like I'm airy Last week I sold a kilo in Paris Then I saw nigga get his head bust Down sop shit, nigga serve till the feds come Riding around with my partner, 40 cal' in my pocket Bad bitch on line two but I hold car by dollars I kill by this shining things that hang round my collar No if, ands and buts, body getting pussy, ain't no problem Same nigga who came up in them pissy homes in them projects Back on the block tryina get a nigga, we starving Standing out on them corners till the wee hours of the morning Just me and cash and that big nine above one of my homies
Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em Bitches stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack
Fucking with me that it get you buried I'mma crumble weed on his obituary I'mma tell his mama it was necessary Mama, this the mobbing, this is how we living Nobody said it's fair but who the fuck cares Niggas still dying over bus fair Or over bitches that I tell 'em catch a bus here Or some bad dope cut like mutt's ear That's the way it goes down in my city's section Where every nigga in the county is in a cell Niggas be pointing at the ground, look what they did to that All you heard was the sound I bought a Bogota blizzard and a Heron hurricane Set up shop then I was gone like I never came I wanna see 'em dead center, barrel or the shotty As bad as Illuminati, want my mind sold and body Rack 'em
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