CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Racks
Zayskillz
Put a n*gga in a hole
(?), then go
Big ass blue bankroll
I'll just get that (?)
That's as far as it goes
Know my n*gga been in that hoe, not gon' wife that hoe
Spin his block then change my clothes, then go 'n change my hoes
This b*tch put me in my zone, good at (?)
I (?), put that on (?), push start, then we gone
Racks, I got a big ass (?), my (?)
New b*tch (?), pull up, n*gga, on fire
My plug just got too fire, f*ck around, free my n*gga
My b*tch don't do that, did it
Talking 'bout racks, lil' (?)
(?), better off 'em
(?) f*ck n*gga come get it
And I feel like (?), more money than your b*tch
Y'all riding 'round with that lil' ass blick, we ride 'round with that stick
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
In the back with my feet up
Off of the xan, throw (?) up
(?)
Sippin' on 'tussin, no Easter
Off the xan, got seasick
No master, pop Visa
I do fraud with leisure
Packrunner my (?)
No master, pop Visa
Margi-margi-margi, it say Margiela my sneaker
Spent 50 on my way
Big ole' Glock, and it got a beam
Big ole' Draco on me, it go bang
Big ole' bag on me, b*tch, what you think?
Walk in, I'm popping them tags
Model b*tch, she got an ass
That b*tch so high class
Pop pills, go smoke gas
Going 100 in the Hellcat
That boy is a fed
b*tch I got a bag, you wish you f*cking had
Put a n*gga in a hole
(?), then go
Big ass blue bankroll
I'll just get that (?)
That's as far as it goes
Know my n*gga been in that hoe, not gon' wife that hoe
Spin his block then change my clothes, then go 'n change my hoes
This b*tch put me in my zone, good at (?)
I (?), put that on (?), push start, then we gone
Racks, I got a big ass (?), my (?)
New b*tch (?), pull up, n*gga, on fire
My plug just got too fire, f*ck around, free my n*gga
My b*tch don't do that, did it
Talking 'bout racks, lil' (?)
(?), better off 'em
(?) f*ck n*gga come get it
And I feel like (?), more money than your b*tch
Y'all riding 'round with that lil' ass blick, we ride 'round with that stick
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' bout sh*t
In the back with my feet up
Off of the xan, throw (?) up
(?)
Sippin' on 'tussin, no Easter
Off the xan, got seasick
No master, pop Visa
I do fraud with leisure
Packrunner my (?)
No master, pop Visa
Margi-margi-margi, it say Margiela my sneaker
Spent 50 on my way
Big ole' Glock, and it got a beam
Big ole' Draco on me, it go bang
Big ole' bag on me, b*tch, what you think?
Walk in, I'm popping them tags
Model b*tch, she got an ass
That b*tch so high class
Pop pills, go smoke gas
Going 100 in the Hellcat
That boy is a fed
b*tch I got a bag, you wish you f*cking had
