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RACKS AS THOUSANDS
by Yung Hook
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Going over the mountains, i count these racks as thousands
You look like an old owl, i put my noodles in a bowl
Youre a coward, i look towards, let me teach you a lesson
This shit be messin', i think it not a blessing
Don't get me wrong, i attack like Thor
They're on my door, blood and gore
And some more
Who wrote this shit, oh that's me
Dont get me lit, over this hit
Opening this kit
First med, without you're dead
Let me cut my hair, my mac, that's what i pack
On my lap
Not like my hat, not quiet at all
Not very tall
It ain't my fault
Going to the parking lot, i'm a cop
I'ma stop, hundred rounds, that's a lot
That's a shock, on my block
We don't talk, we don't walk
We get this shit done, you better run
We ain't that fun
Take a way back, oh, you just lack
Lack on the pack, gang
Going over the mountains, i count these racks as thousands
You look like an old owl, i put my noodles in a bowl
Youre a coward, i look towards, let me teach you a lesson
This shit be messin', i think it not a blessing
Don't get me wrong, i attack like Thor
They're on my door, blood and gore
And some more
Who wrote this shit, oh that's me
Dont get me lit, over this hit
Opening this kit
First med, without you're dead
Let me cut my hair, my mac, that's what i pack
On my lap
Not like my hat, not quiet at all
Not very tall
It ain't my fault
Going over the mountains, i count these racks as thousands
You look like an old owl, i put my noodles in a bowl
Youre a coward, i look towards, let me teach you a lesson
This shit be messin', i think it not a blessing
Don't get me wrong, i attack like Thor
They're on my door, blood and gore
And some more
Who wrote this shit, oh that's me
Dont get me lit, over this hit
Opening this kit
First med, without you're dead
Let me cut my hair, my mac, that's what i pack
On my lap
Not like my hat, not quiet at all
Not very tall
It ain't my fault
Going to the parking lot, i'm a cop
I'ma stop, hundred rounds, that's a lot
That's a shock, on my block
We don't talk, we don't walk
We get this shit done, you better run
We ain't that fun
Take a way back, oh, you just lack
Lack on the pack, gang
Going over the mountains, i count these racks as thousands
You look like an old owl, i put my noodles in a bowl
Youre a coward, i look towards, let me teach you a lesson
This shit be messin', i think it not a blessing
Don't get me wrong, i attack like Thor
They're on my door, blood and gore
And some more
Who wrote this shit, oh that's me
Dont get me lit, over this hit
Opening this kit
First med, without you're dead
Let me cut my hair, my mac, that's what i pack
On my lap
Not like my hat, not quiet at all
Not very tall
It ain't my fault
