Letras
Aight bet, I'm ready for real, for real
Rackadez Rackadez
Aye, and they bet not skip no songs neither
Aye Aye Aye
Aye I fucked up my wrist in the kitchen
I'm serving like tennis
Getting racks off my pack selling out
I'm a chemist
We gone get him gone
Rackadez Rackadez
Now I'm in it lets go
Fuck they talking about get it
Lets go, Aye Uh Uh
Aye I fucked up my wrist in the kitchen
I'm serving like tennis
Getting racks off my pack selling out
I'm a chemist
We gone get him gone if he send out a mention
My young niggas on that, they go on that mission
If she give me good top then on gang and I'm tipping
And she sucking, you fucking that bitch. Nigga Simping
This hoe blowing my phone and this bitch steady bitching
Sipping lean in my liver. Shit fuck with my kidneys
Trying to grow and slide out my opps out a bentley
How you gangsta and slide with yo phone nigga silly
I just fucked on that hoe say she came out a philly
I can't kiss on that hoe I might had licked a titty
Lot of shots for the opps yea we gone leave em tipsy
Call up bro said that he trying to scam for the ticket
And you kissing that hoe and breath is too dicky
Sellin white and that black. Kodak and Lil Dicky
And I'm asking lil Youngin what up with the semi's
He turning me up like let's get it, we with it all
At the video shoot beggin for more light (Give me more)
We got sticks in this hoe nigga think that we trying to fihgt
When my daddy went brke he aint go on a fight strike
He took them pounds and bussed it down like mike tyson
You play with 1k then you lay in a bodybag
That shit so fugazi I swear I'm not rocking that
I can't spit you the game just take notes for the knowledge
When you got a big bag they all in yo pockets
Before you checking 4 pockets I pulled out my wallet
Niggas preaching they real, nigga they need to stop it