Racks On Me

Rich The Kid Intro They didn't think you could do it back then Know what I'm saying, back then when you was riding the bus Know what I'm saying, when you was walking, taking the train Handing out CD's they didn't believe you and then So now it's time to flex on them Rich: Chorus Yuh Yuh I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store I trapping I'm whipping another roll Ima pour another four Ninja turtle I'm moving slow Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting Pull out the choppa I'm firing I stay with the pistol not lying Walk around thinking it's sweet Pop out leave you in the street Wassup with these rap niggas I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu I keep the Mac no computer I walk around with a shooter Imma smoke you like a hookah Walk up on me imma do you Rich Verse/Bridge Fucking your bitch with my ease I made it they didn't believe me They doubted us, you know what I'm saying since day 1 Now what we doing I just might go to Belize Trap it down like I'm Jeezy Play with the keys like Stevie I put the house on me Big pointers Big cuban I gotta act up That's the definition of new freezer I got them Racks on me I put your face on a tee Knock you off for a G I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store I started just trapping the tree Reggie Verse Rich Plug Talk Plug Diamonds Freeze Pockets Blue Cheese So Caked up you can't believe 10 bad bitches overseas Fucked em all in Italy Trappin in your country Balenciaga Louis Feet Passed these hoes to my slime my G Fucked her in Prada in Germany Spray with Uzi so urgently Bullets gone hit with the certainty Fly around with the choppa on me Jet Life know these lames wanna see Ice water I been freezing the streets Diamonds biting like piranhas on me Rich: Chorus I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store I trapping I'm whipping another roll Ima pour another four Ninja turtle I'm moving slow Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting Pull out the choppa I'm firing I stay with the pistol not lying Walk around thinking it's sweet Pop out leave you in the street Wassup with these rap niggas I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu I keep the Mac no computer I walk around with a shooter Imma smoke you like a hookah Walk up on me imma do you Famous Dex Verse I walk around with a shooter I do not beef on computers Yeah boy you a loser Your diamonds fake boy who you fooling Huh huh Not me huh My shooters with my they lurk in the street Huh yeah a bee sting your ass like a bubble bee All they bitches they on me All these niggas act phony for a lil piece of money Yeah I know you a dummy What I just bought me a bently truck Bad bitch wanna suck me up ooh Imma just put it in her guts Yeah I'm onto somethin Ooh look at the ap it dance Run up on me and I blam Aim it at you and your mans Ooh y'all some goofies Came a long way yeah I was just foolin Now a nigga shooting movies Pussy boy you ain't stupid Huh yeah what yeah you know what I'm sayin Run on me shooting movies Pussy boy you ain't stupid what yeah Reggie, Rich, yeah lil bitch Yeah hah yeah Dexter! Rich: Chorus I fuck up the Gucci and Louis store I trapping I'm whipping another roll Ima pour another four Ninja turtle I'm moving slow Diamonds biting look at my Rolly its fighting Pull out the choppa I'm firing I stay with the pistol not lying Walk around thinking it's sweet Pop out leave you in the street Wassup with these rap niggas I don't wanna kick, pour up or rap witchu I keep the Mac no computer I walk around with a shooter Imma smoke you like a hookah Walk up on me imma do you