Racks

Man this shiid is so loco
I don't know, what the hell was that?
I don't even know what to say man
But this beat so chilled As Fuck

Count it up(X2)
All my Racks
Cut fake friends off I don't want rats
All my friends, Printed on Rands(X2)
Got no friends, but more fans
Got more fans tryna jump my fence
Got girlfriends pulling down my pants
Got girlfriends pulling down my fence

Matum Gon(X2)
Cop that Benz

Matum Gon(X2)
Cop that Benz

Pass my chance(X2)
Cuff my hands, crystal clear like my lense
Wrap my Bandz around my Bandz
Wrap my Bandz around my Randz
Wrap my Bandz around my hands
Rub my hands

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In my bank, got more stacks
Live on air, bump my tracks
Go back home pack my bags
Live my life like it's my last (X2)

Kiss my ass(X2)
Codeine floatin in my glass
Face down FaceTime whatchu call that?
Hit the city hard I ain't never go back
Take her tens and never call back

Never call back, man I'm so bad

Yah, man fuck...
I don't even know what to say anymore
But I'm getting money man
You know?

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