Rackks on Rakks lyrics

[Hook]
Dior, Cartier frames
Pouring Hi-Tech, we call it blood rain
She sucking me up like she got fangs
She so in love she tatted my name
Bad yellow b*tch, she from the hills
I'm on the pill and I'm rolling like wheels
Bad yellow b*tch, I think she from Brazil
She want Hi-C 'cause I give her a thrill
I beat it up and it gave her the chills
No, I do not give a f*ck how you feel
Tryna get rich, tryna run up a mil'
Told her I love her, I wasn't for real
Pull up SRT, baby, pedal to the metal
Hi-C rocking out, n*gga, you not on my level

[Intro]
(Hello)
Hi-C, b*tch (Hello)
Know I'm rocking out, man
Rockstar lifestyle
Let's get it
Hi-C got racks on racks
Hi-C got racks on racks, yeah (Heaven or Hell)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's rock, Matty Vanilla)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Hi-C got racks on racks
Hi-C got tats on tats
Rockstar life, Hi-C so rad
f*ck a bad b*tch on a acid tab
All this pain made my heart turn black
V12 coupe, this b*tch go fast
Bad lil' b*tch, she a spoiled brat
f*ck her one time, won't call her back
I'm so in love with popping tags
n*gga been blowing money fast
Pull up to the scene with a b*tch so bad
Okay, baby girl, I want you so bad
Throw you on the bed, baby girl, lay back (おかえり)
f*cking on your ho, I got you so mad
Your b*tch on my di*k, baby girl, relax
Pull up to the scene smoking OG gas
You ain't smoking strong, n*gga, we can't match
Sun hit the chain, watch it shine just like armor
f*ck her on the beach on the condo by the water
Smoking OG gas, I got gas just like a gardener
'Bout to pop a bean just so I can rock out harder
And my pockets fat, b*tch, but they finna get larger
She giving me brain, yeah, she smart but her friend smarter
I'm with your b*tch, tell her behave
I broke her heart, she feeling betrayed
I flip a pack just like a page
I pop a bean and go on a rampage
Rocking Dior, Cartier frames
Pouring Hi-Tech, we call it blood rain
She sucking me up like she got fangs
She so in love she tatted my name
Bad yellow b*tch, she from the hills
I'm on the pill and I'm rolling like wheels
Bad yellow b*tch, I think she from Brazil
She want Hi-C 'cause I give her a thrill
I beat it up and it gave her the chills
No, I do not give a f*ck how you feel
Tryna get rich, tryna run up a mil'
Told her I love her, I wasn't for real
Pull up SRT, baby, pedal to the metal
Hi-C rocking out, n*gga, you not on my level
That b*tch wanna f*ck, had to fit it in my schedule (おかえり)
Pouring up two lines of Hi-Tech in Mello Yello
Racks on racks on racks, stack these bands up just like LEGOs
Hi-C broke her heart, she say, "Hi-C, you the devil"
Smoking on this gas, my eyes red like rose petals
You tough on the Net, but you soft like marshmallow
Say you wanna f*ck, baby girl, okay, let's go (おかえり)
Hit it from the back, muffled screams in her pillow
Forgis on the whip, crawling like armadillo
Tie that lil' b*tch up, I feel like a black widow
Hi-C cold as ice, my heart cold like a igloo
f*ck that ho one time then I'm gone, I won't miss you
n*ggas hate Hi-C, lil' n*gga, what's the issue?
Don't make me wipe out, wipe your nose like some tissue
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch
yung hi c, man
RCB, man, Vampire Gang, Blood Rain Gang
(Blood)
Hi-C, Hi-C (Darkness, come unto me)