Celine Dion ft. Raywall Lyrics

Yeah, gettin' racks is what I be on

Do it for the gang it ain't shit to put the team on

Can't leave the house without my beam on

Get to tripping on that bitch

Make her sing Celine Dion

Yeah, money shit, that's what we on

All the racks inside my pocket I can't even fit my jeans on

Can't leave the house without my beam on

Get to tripping on that bitch

Make her sing Celine Dion

Goddamn, I do it big all the time

I got that dope up on the tracks, the way I'm chopping these lines

I got that heat under the seat with the burner in my lap,

Can't take the trap out the boy even if the boy on the trap

I been in and out of nine states in less than a week

And I been cruisin' like a missile when I'm on that killin' streak

I been the Don of The Bay

The new gangstaprince of LA

Everywhere that I go, the locals lovin' Uncle Wade

Cause I'm an H-block original, ain't never switched up

I got that cigar in my lungs with the heen in my cup

I'm international, tell your people get at me

And in the meantime I'll be goin', goin

Back to Cali

Yeah, gettin' racks is what I be on

Do it for the gang it ain't shit to put the team on

Can't leave the house without my beam on

Get to tripping on that bitch

Make her sing Celine Dion

Yeah, money shit, that's what we on

All the racks inside my pocket I can't even fit my jeans on

Can't leave the house without my beam on

Get to tripping on that bitch

Make her sing Celine Dion