Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Ain't got a mother f*cking fro no mo
Just gonna watch my money f*cking grow and grow
Like wait got another f*cking show to blow
Just gonna fill my lungs with the dro no blow
Like a foreign bad bitch my car from europe
Slumped and confuzed i'm sippin on syrup
Your girl at my crib and she f*cking with her rear up
Diamonds on me water just to make the bitch cheer up
Racks and stacks
Big metal anthrax
Bitches acting like I lack
Saying this ain't that
Got gucci on my hat
And fendi on my cat
Not a real rich cat
But the bitches suck my sack
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
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Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Ain't got a mother f*cking fro no mo
Just gonna watch my money f*cking grow and grow
Like wait got another f*cking show to blow
Just gonna fill my lungs with the dro no blow
Like a foreign bad bitch my car from europe
Slumped and confuzed i'm sippin on syrup
Your girl at my crib and she f*cking with her rear up
Diamonds on me water just to make the bitch cheer up
Racks and stacks
Big metal anthrax
Bitches acting like I lack
Saying this ain't that
Got gucci on my hat
And fendi on my cat
Not a real rich cat
But the bitches suck my sack
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And you know i'm young bro
And I gotta big gat
Flip dope in the cul de sac
10k i'm holding that
Run up on the endzone of your life
Like a quarterback
Bitch didn't order that
Wait got a florida back
Just gonna f*ck her
Don't buy no foreign bag
Bitch i'm affording that
Racks like a quarterback
Throw your bitch away
Just another f*cking whore in back
Ain't got a mother f*cking fro no mo
Just gonna watch my money f*cking grow and grow
Like wait got another f*cking show to blow
Just gonna fill my lungs with the dro no blow
Like a foreign bad bitch my car from europe
Slumped and confuzed i'm sippin on syrup
Your girl at my crib and she f*cking with her rear up
Diamonds on me water just to make the bitch cheer up
Racks and stacks
Big metal anthrax
Bitches acting like I lack
Saying this ain't that
Got gucci on my hat
And fendi on my cat
Not a real rich cat
But the bitches suck my sack
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
Racks and stacks
And the pack in the back
And I keep a big strap
When i'm walking through your trap
Writer: Bryce Laliberte
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