Paroles Racks Up par Suigeneris

Ha, gang, yeah
Cito made this beat b*t*h
Ay, yeah, yeah, Cito

I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f**k up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh

Ouuuu, damn, too much drink don't slip
Jump in the pu**y then I go and take a p*ss
Its a new born baby always new on the sh*t
See him looking struibe looking like a b*t*h
I got a new check, and I spent it on a whip
When I'm walking out the crib, got a choppa on my hip
If a pu**y talks sh*t, I'm a blow him in his lip
F**king on your shawty, yeah I hit it, Tyrone Long d**k style
Mama hear this song, she be looking like "No this not my child"
B*t*h I'm on codeine, and I'm slumped jus like I'm Pacquiao
Someone tell these hoes, put these t**ties out, mardi growl
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f**k up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh

Said I walked in this b*t*h like I'm Osama Bin Laden
I got my gucci turban on me [?] a Laker
Pull up, blacked out the doors, no I do not do phantoms
Uh, blow like a [?], diamonds often Atlantic
I just got topped off, from down south, big d**k in her jaws
And I make ten bands on merch, I'm finna go ship em off
I''m not gonna text that b*t*h back, I'm not returning no calls
Its Xen and Lil Suigen, choppas shot like a smoothie

I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f**k up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo a** pa** up
Best up, sets up
Pu**y boy he mad, huh