RACKZ (feat. M!tch)

Pull out a rack and I flex on your bitch and I give her my number but it's just a burner She hit me up and she wanted me back so I told her to wish like her name's Timmy Turner F*ck from the front or the back, it do not matter cause this bitch gon' be a quick learner He wanna f*ck on my bitch, pull up with nines and I told him that he gotta earn her I got a rari, I painted it black and I zoom through the night, I'm a flash of ya life Niggas don't know how to act so I put them in line, they gon' look up and see all the lights Got a new Glock with a beam, I put you on head, pullin' the trigger tonight 2 45's, got a drum, you don't know bout it im blowin your shit up on site, bitch I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy these niggas might crash I pull out the racks, up to your face and I drop you the cash I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti but this shit go fast She don't know I got a switch, snap you and fuckin' your bitch Talkin' this shit to the niggas with sticks, we get you put down in the ditch Ayy, I might just f*ck up my wrist, pour on the pint that I sip 40 I keep on my hip, really can't trip bout no bitch Got money still hungry for licks, I'm drinkin' while they drinkin' Trish Sippin' till I got a lisp, poppin' the x's and I'm gone Wreckin' my gun in the kitchen, we cook it like chicken Askin' how did our boy go missing, I'm off two percs but you trippin Talkin' that shit, then you walkin' that shit Pull up wit gang, we clutchin' the sticks No mercy rounds hollow tips Keep talkin' hot, but you run like sum bitches I pull up with Rugers and Smithens Yeah, don't leave a witness When im off the molly, it's business Everyday chasin' the riches Died twice, somethin' don't feel right You take those pills, get high, but I take them, save my life For the bands, gotta sacrifice Yeah, I'm chasin' cash and highs and I'm never gonna die I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy, these niggas might crash I pull out the racks, up to your face and I drop you the cash I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti, but this shit go fast Switch it up, fuckin' your friend when I'm cruisin I'm drivin' a vet with a stick She a lil' freak in her head and she want me She beggin' me, give her the dick Poppin' a 40, I'm chillin' with shorty They know I'm not here for the shits Yo nigga boring, he lookin' like Morty I'm goin' too crazy like Rick Pull up, I'm rockin' my shit He wanna cry bout a bitch Niggas be hatin', they look at my lyrics cuz They don't know I'm bout to spit Liv to the max and these niggas get maddie I'm fuckin' your bitch and she give me the patties I'm not talkin' krusty this shit is too crabby They stealin' my formula, stealin' your baddie And watch when I climb to the top, they can't have me I run through the city, my car gettin' laggy And so many niggas that wanna be nasty Got 2 22s that wanna get active I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy, these niggas might crash I pull out the racks, up to your face and then drop you the cash I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti, but this shit go fast