Torch - Rack Em lyrics
rate mePlay 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 ....