<strong>Racks on Racks Lyrics</strong>

 I can’t fuck with ho niggas
I can’t trust these old niggas
Wake up early in the morning
Eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hater ass niggas be baller blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There’s a reason for everything
My niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts, the whole deal
All-black hoodie, I’m the Grim Reaper
Look like its time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street-sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee-deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off: Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split Swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This ? guy ain’t no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two girls I call Kriss Kross
Kriss Kross’ll make you jump
I do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons – I ain’t even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in twos
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G Code: I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high
Swear to God, I went to the moon
I want that shit you can’t get no where
You pussy boy, don’t do that
If I don’t do nothing, I’mma ball
No hair. Smoking on that “oh yeah”
My niggas tote that hardware
What you bout woadie?
My niggas about that warfare
Real nigga since day one
Cause I ain’t promised day two
Throw that pussy at me
Bitch, I think I made room
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah that’s that new Land-o-Lakes
She hit me with her jungle
I’m gonna hit her with that rattle snake
Ass goes clap like patty cake
? red bandana face
Make them pussies pop theyself
You can call that “masterbate”
I don’t front no ? cake
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F Baby bitch
The F is for Fascinate
Louisiana from that swamp
I’mma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
Fuck you and where you from
3-2 I am the one: job well done
I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12 months
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Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I parasail
Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait..