Kalo2x - RACKZ (feat. M!tch) Lyrics

Pull out a rack and I flex on your bitch and I give her my number but it's just a burner
She hit me up and she wanted me back so I told her to wish like her name's Timmy Turner
F*ck from the front or the back, it do not matter cause this bitch gon' be a quick learner
He wanna f*ck on my bitch, pull up with nines and I told him that he gotta earn her
I got a rari, I painted it black and I zoom through the night, I'm a flash of ya life
Niggas don't know how to act so I put them in line, they gon' look up and see all the lights
Got a new Glock with a beam, I put you on head, pullin' the trigger tonight
2 45's, got a drum, you don't know bout it im blowin your shit up on site, bitch
I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy these niggas might crash
I pull out the racks, up to your face and I drop you the cash
I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti but this shit go fast
She don't know I got a switch, snap you and f*ckin' your bitch
Talkin' this shit to the niggas with sticks, we get you put down in the ditch
Ayy, I might just f*ck up my wrist, pour on the pint that I sip
40 I keep on my hip, really can't trip bout no bitch
Got money still hungry for licks, I'm drinkin' while they drinkin' Trish
Sippin' till I got a lisp, poppin' the x's and I'm gone
Wreckin' my gun in the kitchen, we cook it like chicken
Askin' how did our boy go missing, I'm off two percs but you trippin
Talkin' that shit, then you walkin' that shit
Pull up wit gang, we clutchin' the sticks
No mercy rounds hollow tips
Keep talkin' hot, but you run like sum bitches
I pull up with Rugers and Smithens
Yeah, don't leave a witness
When im off the molly, it's business
Everyday chasin' the riches
Died twice, somethin' don't feel right
You take those pills, get high, but I take them, save my life
For the bands, gotta sacrifice
Yeah, I'm chasin' cash and highs and I'm never gonna die
I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks
I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy, these niggas might crash
I pull out the racks, up to your face and I drop you the cash
I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti, but this shit go fast
Switch it up, f*ckin' your friend when I'm cruisin
I'm drivin' a vet with a stick
She a lil' freak in her head and she want me
She beggin' me, give her the dick
Poppin' a 40, I'm chillin' with shorty
They know I'm not here for the shits
Yo nigga boring, he lookin' like Morty
I'm goin' too crazy like Rick
Pull up, I'm rockin' my shit
He wanna cry bout a bitch
Niggas be hatin', they look at my lyrics cuz
They don't know I'm bout to spit
Liv to the max and these niggas get maddie
I'm f*ckin' your bitch and she give me the patties
I'm not talkin' krusty this shit is too crabby
They stealin' my formula, stealin' your baddie
And watch when I climb to the top, they can't have me
I run through the city, my car gettin' laggy
And so many niggas that wanna be nasty
Got 2 22s that wanna get active
I pull out the racks, I pull out the racks
I pull out the racks, goin' so crazy, these niggas might crash
I pull out the racks, up to your face and then drop you the cash
I pull out the racks, not a Bugatti, but this shit go fast