Torch - Rack Em lyrics

rate me

Play apply strategize above first

Keep it to thousand, two G for these niggas

My shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rack

Money rounds in the stick on the strip like it’s Iraq

President you roll, I call that bitch pirat

Y’all keep it a hundred, I’ma keep it a

Hook:

Rack-rack em

8 ball on that corner rack em

Cross over but the rock with the two rack em

On this way to boulevard guarantee I rack em

Bitches stand at the car guarantee I rack em

Rack em, all this money coming ‘bout the racks,

Rack em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks

In the morn going dumb and get it clean racks

Ten drums in the trunk, boy I double rack

Better asking my name, 20 racks of my wrist

Couple racks in my feet, ten racks and my bitch

This could .. cost a couple racks too

Think she ain’t f*cking like I’ll show you with them racks too,

Yeah hair bustin’ with the color nigga,

I got them racks on that that’s why they .. nigga

Second bottles in the buck that’s a couple racks,

Ten bitches rounding nigga time to double that

Ticking on the ticking got me clicking boy I’m loop

Another selling record but I got a bunch of groupies

Grinding in the Panamara then I’m tryin to coop

Now I’m in that 9-11 same color is Snoopie

Cocaine seats with the firm max,

Would you pay for that boy cover ax

Double MG, who could f*ck with that

I got a bully love the clip if you would f*ck

Hook:

Rack em, rack em,

8 ball on that corner, rack em,

Cross over with the rock, go for two rack em

On this way to put the bar, guarantee I rock em,

Bitches stand at the car guarantee I rack em

Rack em, all this money coming ‘bout the racks,

Rack em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks

In the morn going dumb and get it clean racks

Ten drums in the trunk, boy I double rack

I play the feel like I’m angry

Last week I saw the kilo in the Paris

Then I saw nigga get his hair bust

Down sop shit, nigga serve until the fast come

Round round my partner, 40 call my pocket

Bad bitch on line two but I hold car by dollars

I kill by this shining .. day round my color,

No if .. and bust body getting p**sy ain’t no problem,

Same nigga who came up and the pissy hoes in no projects

That go on the block tryin’ get a nigga we starvin’

Standing out them corners, see three hours in the morning

Just me cash and that big nine above one of my homies,

[Hook:]

F*cking with me that it get you buried

I’ma crumble weed don’t hands your bitch a weary

I’ma tell his mama it was necessary

Mama this the murbain this is how we livin’

Nobody said is fair but who the f*ck cares

Niggas still dyin’ over bust fair

Or over bitches that I tell em catch a bust ....