[Lyric] Racks (Lawsy)

[chrous: x2)
Wit yo bitch she gon fuck for the racks
I spend a bag then i make it right back
We at the crib and she throwing it back
Big ass Glock finna get yo ass whacked

[verse]
Big ass Glock finna get yo ass gone
Smoking on loud, smoking on strong
She wanna ahhh!
Fuck witta starrr!
She gotta go man, she for the streets
Smoking on gas, smoking on weed
I pop me a perc, im offa da bean
Im sippin on purp, im sippin on lean
She gotta gooo!
Up onna road
Pop me a perc, now i moving real slow
She wanna fuck, lets talk bout some dough
That lil boy he broke
Go hit the door
Im feelin geeked as my eyes close
Choppa finna hit da high note
Im blowing up, boy i know
Im blowing up, goin viral
They like “lawsy damn he did it”
Been at yo block, boy we finna spin it
Dont owe you shit, dont need a penny
Smokin on green, but this is not spinach
Call up my troops, be hеre inna minute
Said she wanna fuck, so im all innit
Said shе wanna fuck, so im all innit
[chrous: x2)
Wit yo bitch she gon fuck for the racks
I spend a bag then i make it right back
We at the crib and she throwing it back
Big ass Glock finna get yo ass whacked

[outro]
Wit yo bitch she gon fuck for the racks
I spend a bag then i make it right back
We at the crib and she throwing it back
Big ass Glock finna get yo ass whacked