LiTrxpp - RACKS Lyrics

Uh yuh
All of these racks in my face
Uh what uh got them racks
Yuh uh
Let's go Let's go

Racks (racks) racks
If it ain't bout the money I ain't here for the talking
(Here for the talking)
Put the bag in my hands fore I get to the blocking
(Yuh)
Imma kick down the door I ain't doing no knocking
(Doing no knocking)
Racks(yuh)racks (Let's go)
He a certified yapper he a typing ass nigga(certified) put the guns on yo story but u never pulled the trigga (uh)
You say u got money but my pockets be bigga
(Pockets be bigga)

My vision be blurry with them racks in my face
(Racks in face)
So I loaded my whip with the bags in the trunk
(Loaded my whip)
Got them feds on my ass onna high speed chase
(Can't catch me)
My whip is too small so I'm cutting through traffic had them niggas real lost so they hadda retrace
(Hadda retrace)
I Tinted my whip so they ain't getting my plates
V6 in the engine but it moves like v8 and I like a lil accent when she not from the states
(Yuh yuh)
That's a Foreign (Huh) she a foreign
Imma f*ck her all night till shorty get the snoring
Got some tricks on her sleeve so it never get boring
(Never get boring)
Stay shooting my shot so I never stop scoring
(Never stop scoring)
Ion got me a wife but I'm hitting buzzer beaters
F-F-F*ck a damn vacuum by bitch is a cleaner
Can't go through her phone cause your bitch is a cheater
Ion never leave the crib without bringing my heater
(A nigga be scared)
T-T-Too many years but I'm never gone change
(Never gon change)
My mans got locked so it opened my eyes now it's time for a nigga to think with his brain
(Think with his brain)
I hadda switch up my route you can't see what I'm doing but one thing for sure I'm never switching on gang
(Can't fold)
Heart been kilt we be paving the way nigga HBK put that shit on my chain
(Right on my chain)
I'm a beast in the jungle no you cannot tame

Let's go
Racks (racks) racks
If it ain't bout the money I ain't here for the talking
(Here for the talking)
Put the bag in my hands fore I get to the blocking
(Yuh)
Imma kick down the door I ain't doing no knocking
(Doing no knocking)
Racks(yuh)racks (Let's go)
He a certified yapper he a typing ass nigga(certified) put the guns on yo story but u never pulled the trigga (uh)
You say u got money but my pockets be bigga
(Pockets be bigga)

I stay with the bag everywhere that I go I be reading the Bible every chance that I get
Now I'm way too turnt so I don't care bout my foes
(Care bout my foes)
I used to broke I was begging for money now I'm upping the score while u chasing these hoes
She still on my line she don't want u no more
Now stop all that dissing we know that u poor
Got designer on my feet that's the shit u can't afford
(Shit you can't afford)

Aye nigga
Just give it up I ain't gon lie
You live and you learn bruh
Stop chasing these hoes