Rackades (FTW) (feat. Sr.Roc, BandGang Bino & Fvce)

F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) Need the Rackades All them Rackades Money callin, money stalking Bitch i'm too paid Need that backend If you owe me you gone back pay Never back track Keep steppin like it's Theta Nu All about my cake Put it on her face like i'm Blueface Blue faces on her ass Bet she gone shake If I f*ck Only cause she lucky I don't pay to play Racks out I might crash out If you touch mine On gvng Let that K' spray Turn to Columbine On ya ass nigga We can shoot the one or pull triggers It's yo choice nigga How you wanna die? It's yo call I'm here to deliver You won't be remembered Big wolf WXXXLF The hunt is on Calling all my hitters Feeling like the man "Money Making Mitchell" Ima beast Eating on this beat Nigga don't need utensils On go to kill Do it for thrills Bitch I'm him fr I can't stop till I'm raking in about 100 mill F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today (slit, slit) F*ck it, how I feel It's no chill, be foreal Would you kill? Would you steal? Meet the devil make a deal? Got high for low like it's a steal Just copped a pint and bust a seal I don't like drugs like how they feel Grabba bite it made a kill She like Percs and how they feel Try to play get popped like pill She said i'm sturdy and i'm ill Look like a wolf out in the field No I can't jump the broom and kneel Cuffin hoes will get you killed (What?) She like how the addy make her feel for the day Pull up in a white on white whip look like ye' F*ck the world How i'm feeling today I jumped off the porch like where the paper I need dollars hoe Dog nigga, I don't want shit but oce around my collar though Gang shit, who u came with? Get yo gang lynched Came lit My shooters can't miss, Calvin Cambridge Start it up with no key can't be low key look how my diamonds hit Amazon in my sheets I flew her out next day I prime the bitch Drippin her in Chanel naw this ain't coach but I might sign this bitch Niggas wolf on the gram like I won't whoop u like Elijah Pierce on gang F*ck the world How i'm feeling today Say he moving weight I know that boy not pushing P Top tier pretty bitch got long hair That bitch got pretty feet (ooh) Walk inside my mind this shit is dark but somehow still unique Wolves creep through the night Might get yo ass the hunt is too elite Shit be getting flamed let's spice it up Ain't talking Texas Pete Choppa knock them fake ass diamonds out your mouth like dentistry Hit that lil bih from the back make her say ugh like Master P Walk outside the house with that new drip bitch i'm a masterpiece nigga F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today F*ck the world, how I'm feelin today