Lyrics:
racks
(Run up them racks)
Louder
Louder
Louder, louder, louder
Cuz I'm trynna hear how this beat go
In this lane by myself like a technical free throw
We
follow rules, you forget these rip tides pull you in, this ain't no swimmin' pool
Lockless creepin' by the coast, you'd go good with toast, he's hungry,
been a long coming
get it
Fresh up out the pen been a long time cum’n cum’n
Middle finger 12 the d.a and your honor
Locs on my locs made by Dolce n
Niggas be having da pistol tucked but really ain’t squeeze
Nigga I been city boi been thuggin in my Rees
Me and dawg just pulled a chase
We on Oakland by
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
Pull up in the whip like Scur
Pet land delivery
Trunk full of Birds
North east bronx you can find me on the third
Sipping Rose bussing cases
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
of y'all can't compete with me
And Marshawn Lynch knows the beast in me
'Cause I was raised on Too $hort and Keak da Sneak
This ain't game time it's Dame
and I’m lit h-tine in da whip the paint sittin on drip like I just came from fishing Bentley letter I’m gripping, purple rain I’m sippin I’m swangin on dem
Wanging in the city and I Brought my little shorty
Got the drako in the back and She carryin a 40
Spray you niggas we da skunks This shit make me
[Chorus: TQ]
All I ever wanted to do was be da man
Get out the ghetto and feed my whole fam
But the dirty streets in the city won't let me go (let me
pyschopathic.
I got a plan so stack the ammo in the trunk.
The word is downtown we don't front.
Spark the blunt, give them what they want.
Psycho thugs.
On and on and on
Sing it with me
Na na naa na na na naaa
All my fellas in da building
Go head and one, two
Footwork on point
Look how they watch my shoes
Don't watch my
face at ya funeral not a soul said a eulogy
It's fucked up how I take a killin so therapeutically
Pop the trunk in the desert, kick ya dumbass in
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So, So Def Bad Boy collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all know who I be
(grrah)
International Gangstas, Gangstas, Gangstas (squad!)
All these pipes in my trunk like I'm plumbin' and shit (stupid)
Spinnin' through your
Chop chop (chop chop)
Yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
Chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im
the K
Bass in the trunk, shit sound like 808
Move it, Donald Trump, she got white all on her face
Ayy, O.J., MJ, glove on, beat it, blow my whistle in
a vibe all around me
Just don’t look at my bands while I’m counting ohh
I switched the trunk to the front uh
I put the hood in the back
Talking crazy
I'm sayin'?
Show by hands
Put 'em up in the air if you bout makin' dollars
And you be bout this real shit
That be to hard to swallow
Come, follow?
Me
dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO!
Jimmy crack corn I'm gon bust on her LIPPO!
Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO!
Down by da benz so her cheese
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
you fit in Da Vision?)
If you ain't Tribe, Don Flare, or da homie Pi$ton (Uhuh)
(Tribe)
Then get out the way
Get out the way
You better move (Yeah)
You
412's in the trunk, I got them things knocking
You know it's bad when a fiend rob you
Just get a product up and let her see tomorrow, bruh
You got
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