Racks&Thrax

Racks, racks, racks Bitch I get them racks racks, racks And I'm smokin' Thrax, Thrax, Thrax And I'm servin' Packs Walked in with a gat, take you off the map When I step outside, I got all this fuckin' drip on me like water slide Designer belt, designer shades, cover up my eyes Got a couple of my bitches always down to slide They already know they mine Limousine, sippin' lean, and bad hoes with me We be fuckin' off the drugs, we be fuckin' geeked She like to do coke, I prefer the lean Make a bad bitch suck me up before I go to sleep Racks, racks, racks Bitch I get them racks racks, racks And I'm smokin' Thrax, Thrax, Thrax And I'm servin' Packs Walked in with a gat, take you off the map Pickin' up hoes like a motherfuckin' draft And she get more neck than a fuckin' giraffe I know that my niggas came in with that strap I roll a backwood and it look like a bat Know my whole gang racked up These broke niggas can't catch up Wake up with a dirty cup, got codeine on my dresser That's what's in my red cup, wake up and I'm flexed up Money keep on comin', so these hoes gon' keep on comin', yeah Racks, racks, racks Bitch I get them racks racks, racks And I'm smokin' Thrax, Thrax, Thrax And I'm servin' Packs Walked in with a gat, take you off the map