Racks

Racks on racks look at my shoes Hunnids or millys I get to chose He Countin fiddys must suck to lose Yo party was lame so we finna cruise Repeat after me not talkin Tom Swerving a hunnid while listenin to ssolumm We smokin tree the f*ck is wrong They get so mad when I make a song Uh uh- okay I make a three racks in a day Glo up done made that bitch pay Diss up on me watchu say I could make yo girl go away Racks on racks make 2K Cus bitches ain't sum that I chase Oh me oh my I'm up way up in the sky No carti but I'm finna die Lit ong no cap jit They sleepin they been on sum nap shit They tryda put me in a casket But I'm still gonna hoop on the basket Bitch Shot but just get me a stitch Haters run fast like pitch You know that we hella fuckin rich Cus racks on racks is the sich