Torch

Torch - Rackem lyrics

rate me

ft. Young Breed, Gunplay

Play, apply strategize above first

Keep it to thousand, two G for these niggas

My shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rack

Running rounds in the stick on the strip like it's Iraq

Presidents you roll, I call that bitch Barack

Y'all keep it a hundred, I'mma keep it a rack

Rack ‘em, rack ‘em

8 ball on that corner, rack ‘em

Cross over with 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, rack ‘em, all this money coming 'bout the racks

Rack ‘em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks

In the mob 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 in my bitch

This Givenchy T cost a couple racks, too

Think she ain't fucking, I can show you what them racks do

Head busting with that color, nigga

I got them racks on that, that's why they spoil a nigga

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

Ten bitches round a nigga, time to double that

Ticket on a ticking gun, I’m clicking, boy, I'm loop

Another selling record but I got a bunch of groupies

Grinding in the Panamera, dealer try to coupe me

Now I'm in that 9-11 same color as Snoopie

Cocaine seats with the firm max

What you pay for that, boy, cover ax

Double MG, who could fuck with that

I got a bully love the clip if you wanna fuck

Rack ‘em, rack ‘em

8 ball on that corner, rack ‘em

Cross over with 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, rack ‘em, all this money coming 'bout the racks

Rack ‘em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks

In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks

Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack

I play the field like I'm airy

Last week I sold a kilo in Paris

Then I saw nigga get his head bust

Down sop shit, nigga serve till the feds come

Riding around with my partner, 40 cal’ in my pocket

Bad bitch on line two but I hold car by dollars

I kill by this shining things that hang round my collar

No if, ands and buts, body getting pussy, ain't no problem

Same nigga who came up in them pissy homes in them projects

Back on the block tryina get a nigga, we starving

Standing out on them corners till the wee hours of the morning

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

Rack ‘em, rack ‘em

8 ball on that corner, rack ‘em

Cross over with 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, rack ‘em, all this money coming 'bout the racks

Rack ‘em, my Cuban link get the jewel racks

In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks

Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack

Fucking with me that it get you buried

I'mma crumble weed on his obituary

I'mma tell his mama it was necessary

Mama, this the mobbing, this is how we living

Nobody said it’s fair but who the fuck cares

Niggas still dying over bus fair

Or over bitches that I tell ‘em catch a bus here

Or some bad dope cut like mutt’s ear

That’s the way it goes down in my city’s section

Where every nigga in the county is in a cell

Niggas be pointing at the ground, look what they did to that

All you heard was the sound

I bought a Bogota blizzard and a Heron hurricane

Set up shop then I was gone like I never came

I wanna see ‘em dead center, barrel or the shotty

As bad as Illuminati, want my mind sold and body

Rack ‘em

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