CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Racks Up

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 ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pu**y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass 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 titties out, mardi growl