racks! ft. CThruRio Lyrics

(Okayyy!)

Bitch, I'm rollin' up 2.5

Rollin' that shit real fuckin' dank

Always keep my fye, always keep that fuckin' tank

Making money, take that shit right out the bank

Finna make some more money ain't a big deal

Low on money, take you out to Micky D's,

Get you a happy meal

Girl, once I take these drugs,

I won't be able to feel

Your touch is the one thing I need

Sometimes the blood comes out

Is the blood I need

But you know you're what I bleed

Baby, uh-huh

Put these drugs in me like a seed

Countin' money, countin' racks

Countin' money, countin' stacks

A band is all I need and that's facts

Gettin' money, I can never lack

Stayin' with the same clique, stayin' with the same pack

Down bad for that money, need a fuckin' bag

Take your bitch out, get her a bag

Okay, ARP came with a mag

Okay, don't fuck with these fags

Gotta beam on my hip, send his ass back to the lobby

Playin' with your bitch's pussy is probably my favorite hobby

I be makin' bands, oh that shit is facts

I be makin' bands, kill him where your mans go

Girl, I got her in a trance, bro

We got him cause he ran out

Caught him, he got blamed out

You stay on her daily, I'm gon' have to man out

I just got a bag full of 20s off of verse

And if it's gettin' bad, I'ma have to pop one first before I go

She tryna convince me, take her backstage to my show

I'm tryna convince him I can never go get low

I get burnt all alone

You the reason that I'm up, I'm tryna let you know

You run up on me, you get blowed out

That is not a joke

I only care about my bros now

I'ma fuck a hoe

She don't like I be smokin' dope

Bitch, get over it

I been on my grind, I'm on my own

I been over it

You stuck up, late to fuckin move on

And you knowin' it

I know you know that shit

this four, I'm pourin' it

(okayyy!)

Bitch, I'm rollin' up 2.5

Rollin' that shit real fuckin' dank

Always keep my fye, always keep that fuckin' tank

Making money, take that shit right out the bank

Finna make some more money ain't a big deal

Low on money, take you out to Micky D's,

Get you a happy meal

Girl, once I take these drugs,

I won't be able to feel

Your touch is the one thing I need

Sometimes the blood comes out

Is the blood I need

But you know you're what I bleed

Baby, uh-huh