Racks Video (MV)

I had to switch it up, Niggas out here tryna sound like me
I put my all up in this shit, I be saying f*ck the streets
Big body Benz nigga, I just want that GLE
Big chop when I ride, I can't let em rip me
Let a nigga test my gangsta, He gon end up 6 feet
Really on the road to riches, Want the way then follow me
Yeah I really love my bitch, Onna gang she all I need
Let a nigga touch her then, Onna gang he gonna bleed
Told them boys keep it pushing, They ain't really in no field
I said I'm running to a bag, Bitch I'm out here chasing mills
Lik how you got all that shit?, You ain't even gotta deal
Bitch I'm out here taking risks, I don't need no f*cking deal
Let a label come with a bag, Then I'm signing for a mill
Better keep a heater close, Cause niggas out here getting killed
Every time I'm on a beat, A nigga all get the chills
Brodie bro like where the, He be playing with them pills
Buffed up on them boys, You can tell I'm really him
Niggas scared to blow that bag, Niggas always acting chim
Tell Brodie throw the lob, Ima dunk above the rim
Heavy metal on my hip, Got me walking with a limp
Keep strap, Keep pole, Bitch you know I never lack
Niggas broke up in they feelings, Tell em go and flip a pack
I don't really f*ck with niggas, Niggas stabbing in the back
Sliding down the opps block, When we slide bitch we in track
If we miss dumb bitch, Then you know we double back
Pissing on your brother grave, Cause you'll never get em back
You can't even talk to me, If you can't even up a rack
Got this bitch running plays, Like ima f*cking quarterback
Up that chop on that boy, And have him running four flats
You can't even come around, Because we banning all the rats
Yeah aye, Bitch we banning all the rats
You can't even come around, Because bitch we banning all the rats
Onna gang nigga, Yeah this shit serious nigga
Yeah yeah, This my year nigga
Yeah yeah, Onna gang nigga
Yeah nigga, Onna gang nigga
Bitch