Need Racks
Matty Ice Raps
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Aye whaddup Matty ice on ya head We boutta snap off Let's get it Toof Welcome to the shit house Let's get these racks Racks racks racks Yeah I need some racks racks Credit card to the max Yeah that be some facts Racks racks racks Yeah gimme them racks Credit card to the max Please lord gimme racks Conspiracy, Illuminati I am a drip In the human body I woke up New Bugatti That's my girl She ridin shotty Chop the top I got the drop F*ck ya bitch Man f*ck an opp Ran a Red light Man f*ck a cop You stop me ? I'm thinking not In the kitchen, No stove boy You bitchin, Ima dope boy I am More blessed Than the pope boy Run up on me Get the smoke boy I pop the clutch And you choke boy Can't hang with me Get the rope boy You in the town Ima globe boy Racks racks racks Yeah I need some racks Credit card to the max Yeah that be some facts Racks racks racks Yeah gimme some racks Credit card to the max Please lord gimme racks This here is the life I chose Hit me with The overdose My body in comatose From my head right to my toes Shit like butter and I'm the toast Not humble I gotta boast I fly low No han Solo I'm ganged up with my brolo (Squaaaad) Gonna die screaming yolo Young Kanye With the polo Pull up I need a bando Jet pack Call me Mando Pissed off , Snapped off Three two one ...Blast off Watch out Burn yo ass of Patty Mahomes Got the pass off She is a cougar And my name is Freddy I Ate the pussy Like it was spaghetti Pocket watchin Yeah that's some views You missed out Go and sing the blues This beat is what I abused Left it on the ground And I'm amused (hahaha) Random hoes I pick and choose It's a wave I'm on a cruise Gotta ball Need Hella dollars In the church Like Creflo Dolla Hit me up Ima tryna holla My ID says Ima baller She so fine I had To call her Preppy boy Might pop my colla Pop a Molly I pop up a Tesla White boy ball Like the professor (Ballliiin) Racks racks racks Yeah I need some racks Credit card to the max Yeah that be some facts Racks racks racks Yeah gimme some racks Credit card to the max Please lord gimme racks Charged up got the battery I need bands Not a salary Run the clock Burn a calorie Got More art In my gallery Snappin off that's how It go Poppin off The studio Matty got that stupid flow I don't need that stupid hoe Tell me who shot Cupid tho Camera man Need a video I'm Lookin dumb real silly tho I'm tryna chase That milli yo You can Call me that Billy goat She sucked me off I'm deep in her throat I bring the heat I don't need a coat Pay me a tax Like 20 percent Don't Dirt on my name Ya boy heaven sent You're counting your losses I'm counting the money Take me to cali Where it's always sunny I'm just tryna Bag me a honey Resting in peace The His beat is a mummy I'm in booth And just goin dummy Too blessed to be stressed No regrets when my soul rest Gimme a loss Here is a lesson Pull up with a nine Smith and Wesson Look at my life It is progression Don't need a priest This a confession Lord forgive Me for I know what I do
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