Rack City Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:]
Schwag, four-one-six, b*tch!

[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine]
Rack City b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Now put ya' money where ya' ass and ya' titties is
When you get 'em would you please show them idiots
Cause they lazy, we tell 'em get busy b*tch
Like get busy b*tch and you should get moving bro
So she can f*ck with a boss or just move along
I ain't waiting for a second, that is too long
Ya' rap zero, swag zero, that is too wrong
f*ck, I'm too gone, gone than a b*tch bro
Now that ain't nothing, hit ya' crib with a missile
Ya' jobs a sh*t hole,now I'm official
sh*t I'm surprised that you b*tches getting rick roll'd
So be smart cause you might cause a war dude
And pus*y listen, I ain't tryna pause a tour dude
But act stupid and I'mma give you your food
You gettin' fooled by the f*cking couture shoes
Right? Mini militia, we the damn queens
We take it all, it's a love for the damn green, uh
I can't tell you who my gang seen
The cops looking at us like we just some damn teens

[Verse 2:]
f*ck, ion care for the rules
I'm swimming in the sights, ion share my jewels
b*tch, now you can get the f*ck out my school
Ion f*ck with a dude if he ain't got the fuel
Pardon my language, ya' say ya' shouldn't swear bro
I'm like f*ck it, why you acting like a square fo'
Cousin Charley, he the gold peter pan yo'
Talk sh*t, I wouldn't dare if he's a scared bro
You a busy broad, hatin' on my fans kid
I tell ya' boyfriend, make me a sandwich
Shawty, me and the crew reaching planets
Tell me you don't know who ya' man wit'
Damn it