Lyrics:
Running up on me boy you finna get dropped
Bitch we really racked up really racked up
Got a couple choppers in the back stacked up
He want to act tough
you in my space
Your such a disgrace
I cant even focus with you in my face
I'm out here focused on the money
I need it stacked up racked up
Cashed up
Fuck up the bank ay fuck up the bank ay
Racked up so much dat I can't put it in the safe ay
Fuck up the bank ay fuck up the bank ay
No need to ask me
that I always act up
Might be cause I racked up, her ass up
Please don't pack up, I don't wanna break up
Or I'll be in the club, fuckin' up your make up
shoes
The odds are stacked up
And the guns are racked up
So you better get the fuck up fore its time to relapse
Can I get a check, if I roll up a dub
Demons in the building
Lights blew out in the party
Bitches buying shots
We sending shots thru his Bacardi
Big bands
Racked up
Feeling like yo
Was I heartless with you
Was I too insensitive
I racked my brain over you
And under the life you wanted to live
Was I clear with you
Did I make it
hit with the thunder
I hate, how these niggas be scheming
Can’t hate, cause I ain’t got a reason
Switched up, yeah they change like the seasons
Racked
Always gon’ shine don’t be pressed yeah
Uh aye you ain’t doing right cause you stressed yeah
I’m all in my bag bitch I’m racked up
Put a dime on his
to her racked chest
Fucked her and we just met
I didn't even know her name
I just knew I had her pussy fucking dripping wet
Fucked her in front her
We're not in the same tax bracket
I went got the pack and racked it
You posting a story and capping
She lovin' on me ass clappin'
She lovin' on me ass
with my niggas
I throw it in the bag cuh I can't fold it
These boys clique up & they bitched up
I be gettin racked up while they act up
Nigga can't slow
street ooo
Now balling like Davido
Racked up like da b.o.a
Small pekin but I'm big dawg
Jue bad, she got figure eight
I wan see how that figure taste
Pekin
a lickle ting
Then On road like chop chop
Cah like man said I want gwop diddy stacked up
Gwop diddy what
What diddy who
Gwop diddy racked up
Gwop diddy
want blunts, I want hundreds, I want some bundles and a frontal
I could get that shit myself, but I would rather spend his money
I'm a racked up boss
Took his bitch don't panic
Ass on sink titanic
I'm racked up I'm banded up
1-2-3-4 tally up
Zaza on me gas me up
Lil bitch bad she gas me up
Skrt
and I took a loss
Then I played the game but I played it smart
Cut the middle man out played the part
Racked a few stacks and I picked a car
Racked a few
fucker racked up
I slide with that chopper get clappin
Shorty gon be double ass throwing back up
She put it down
I pick it back up
Officer down
He needed
dropped off
Always got my cash up
10 shots popped off
Keep it fully racked up
10 bodies dropped off
Always got my cash up
10 shots popped off
Keep it fully
ticking
(Rollie time piece
And my shit do no ticking)
Young nigga racked up racked up
Getting them extras extras
Nigga fuck next up next up
Catching my
I just sit back
Cause my money long
I just stacked up
Put my family on
I just racked up
I knew it all along
These females act up
Cause a nigga
tweaking with the flats
And I just made a call to Rex, see him on FaceTime with the strap
Down pack, racked up on 30 bands
Know that Usain Bolt
for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze
She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked
ain't black and gold ain't good at venting
That shorty racked so she ain't used to selling, huh
Don't let me die in your arms
Die in your arms
Die in your
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