Beeda Weeda - Racked Up Lyrics

Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up
Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up

Every day racked up
Ride nigga, that’s how niggas get clapped up
Stay off the phone, that’s how you niggas get racked up
I ain’t playing with these niggas, stay strapped up
Every day stacks up
Playing with a pimp bitches get slapped up
…I make ‘em lap off, ain’t no tricking over here, we stay Mac’ed up
Yesterday it was the black truck, I’m in the Challenger with the black guns
He staying with the line, he know we backed up
He in your lane, make them noise niggas back up
Every day I get your fattened up, she took hi bowling with a fat but
I like slow head with a fat blunt, fuck with her always, they told me how to stack up

Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up
Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up

They call me short dog, what’s up, punk bitch?
Heard you had a broke nigga, never hit one lick
Ride around the town stuck on that drum shit
Bet you in my world bitch, you couldn’t function
I got a wrong dick, I make you come quick
Always got a few, never seen me with one bitch
Came through in the whip and made her momma sick
My bitches pay me and they get it all from the trick
You see these hundreds? Bitch, you want this?
You wanna stand on yourself, have some fun with it?
You and your broke nigga, you straight fronting
Acting like y’all having things, y’all ain’t got one cent
I’m in some new shit and I’m swerving
Yeah, it cost 100 rocks, bitches turning
Fiending for this good life, I know you grinding
Work for me, bitch, and this is what you be earning

Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up
Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up

Maybach militia, come and get your issues
Splitting bitches like a swisher, they be kissing on my pistol
My work never sizzle, all my shit official
You can snort it, you can drop it, yeah, my shit a blizzard
Pussy nigga where my money at? Don’t make me spill my cognac
A nigga got a short fuse so don’t go to finding out
Every club you see me perform in, I brought my gun in that
Tribe money on me, nigga, don’t go run in that
Ride with no license and this damn piece the nicest
Look at her titties, shit, I pay her out in the Eiffel
In my stone zone, I be leaving successful
The life is in my air forces, dummy, that my riffle
…in the trap first, you seen this street beef ain’t beef, bitch, I had worse
Tap water, crack water, I want that, thirsty, backs on back water
Who you came to see? I’m that person

Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up
Every day racked up
Just so many, man, I gotta stay racked up
Get a life, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane, nigga, that’s racked up
 

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