RACK IT UP (FREESTYLE)

I’m sick of these niggas, bro Once again We gon hit this hoe one more time Ay yea It’s time to go rack it up You ain’t gon bag it I’m confident nothing you want Is gon happen You sit on ya ass You letting it go The option to do it is up to you so Don’t hate on a nigga Cause they bout to pop You up on the internet Fingers don’t stop You post on the gram And talk like you hot It‘s sad that You postin them stories a lot Just give it up nigga We been the hottest I come with that shit 400 degrees Juveniles know That I been a soldier Out in these streets You fuckin on me And it’s hands on ya throat Just watch how I dance I’m jiggin and juggin I stole all ya hoes Oh noo I been the same since I was a jit No I ain’t from florida All my niggas they keep it 100 When I’m in this bitch Hop in the booth I’m spittin with public How does he do it? Well shit I be thuggin And making these hits It’s all that I wanted Since I was a kid I knew it was comin How did this happen? You know I been on it Can’t be a plug Instead I’m a lyrical killa You drop me a rack The deal is conducted Bitch