Racks Up lyrics

[Verse]
All these b*tches
Mad I got my sack up
You ain’t go do nun lil b*tch you can back up
All these b*tches thinking they can f*ck with me
What is good?
b*tch I need some company
One deep and you little b*tches under me
Hair done, nails done, b*tch that’s everyday
Everyday I’m getting this cake
You broke I can’t relate
I tried to put you b*tches on
But it’s a little too late
You was talking hella sh*t
That chopper in your face
b*tch you know your place
You can not f*ck with me
Have that n*gga on my line
Then he stuck with me
Big b’s, big bands, b*tch I’m bubbling
f*ck a friend
My Glock it be lovely
Just left my show and you hoes ain’t touching me
Always talking on the net don’t never do none
First the hundred, brazy b*tch it gon bruise some
Call Molly Brazy, b*tch she gon shoot some
Got the gang with me
b*tch we gon rule some
Got my racks up, b*tch you see them hundreds stuffed
Bad b*tches in the back they getting drunk as f*ck
Thick hoes, shaking ass b*tch f*ck it up
Better watch your step cause you touch me you gon get touched
Now it don’t take much to get a b*tch gone
Five bands on your head send you home
Late nights and we creeping til’ the morn'
Cuban baby, yeah I’m sitting on my throne
[Outro]
Now it don’t take much to get a b*tch gone
Five bands on your head send you home (x2)