Raxxx Lyrics

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Blowing all these racks I need my cash back

Nigga crossed the line like a hashtag

I'm the one these bitches throwing ass at

Hit it from the back till I nut that's a flashback

Riding in a Harley boy I feel like mad max

Smoking like Marley ain't shit to be mad at

Feeling fresh as fuck while i'm walking out the bank

Don't try to touch my chain niggas know I got a mad Mac

Crushing on a bitch

I already had that

Tryna take the dick

I might let her have that

Niggas know what's good

Wish a nigga would

Supplier of my hood

I can't make a bad batch

Thumbing through these racks

Sitting in a trap house

Got a lot of cash niggas know I'm bringing racks out

Got a lot of green smoking weed till I pass out

Thirty round, drum niggas know I'm bringing mags out

Pussy so good

Ima blow her back out

Dick up in her sides ima fuck her till she pass out

But after I nut

You know ima bail out

Do it for the cash but I'll never be a sellout

Niggas want the smoke?

We can bring the shells out

Choppa raining fire niggas know I'm hell out

They better free my Brodie cuz he sitting behind cell now

Yea I got these racks but they wouldn't give a bail out

I got these racks in my pocket

Stop it

We at yo neck like a locket

Knocking

Nigga might pull out my rocket

Pop it

Bitch i'm the plug like a socket

Optic

Big body Bentley so I'm speeding

Niggas mad at me for no reason

If she ever tell me no then I'm leaving

Then have three bitches slide in the evening

Ohh you know ima slide

Got these Cartiers over my eye

You my dog then you promise to ride

No matter what you be my ride or die

Ima fuck her then tell that bitch bye

I never cared I be telling her lies

Rolling up while she mad and she crying

I told her I only love you when I'm high

Now we get back to the basics

I roll up a blunt ima face it

Nigga got racks in my pocket

So you need to stop it I know that you hating

I went to the top it's amazing

And when I start rapping they paid me

I really do feel like I made it but I will not stop till I cop a Mercedes

Hop in the car and the sky is the roof

I don't give a fuck I ain't hiding from you

We rolling him up and you fake you really got yo homies dying for you

I really might cry in the booth but I told that bitch I ain't crying for you

I barely was trying for you said I love you I really was lying to you

Oh Ohhhh

I keep me a knot

They feening a lot

I beat up the pot

I'm key like a Glock

These niggas be hating but they need to stop

My stallion like Megan you know that bitch hot

I'm tryna get paid ima stay on that block

She wanna get trained ima fuck her in crocs

You make the wrong move then you might end up shot

Put you on the news you might pop up on fox

I stay with my tool

She wet like a pool

Don't know what to do

These Cartiers new

Im getting these racks and all my bills blue

I'm spittin these facts everything I say true

The cops asking who

Won't give him a clue

I'm not a snitch but I though that you knew

I got the vibes she know what to do

You pull up I slide I'm going with you

I'm sliding

I slide