Racks lyrics

[Intro]
(Paradigm)
(Zayskillz)

[Verse 1: Izaya Tiji]
Put a n*gga in a hole
Catch that n*gga, then go
Big ass blue bankroll
OG gas, that louder then a bowl
That's as far as it goes
You know my n*gga been in that ho
Don't go 'n wife that hoe
Spin his block then change my clothes
Then go change my hoes
This b*tch put me in my zone
Good-ass, sloppy-ass dome
I aim low, put that on prone
Push-start, then we gone
Racks, I got a big-ass bank load
My n*gga big-ass bank load
New b*tch, her name Mya
Put a lil' n*gga on fire
My plug just got too fire
f*ck around, free my n*gga
My b*tch gon' do that diddy
Talking 'bout racks, blow fifty
We blowing racks by the office
Pack, f*ck-n*gga come get it
And I feel like Zelly
More money than your b*tch
Y'all riding 'round with that lil' ass blick
We ride 'round with that stick
[Bridge: Izaya Tiji]
These n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
These n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t

[Verse 2: Weiland]
Yeah, kickin' back with my feet up
Bro to the left throw B's up
Bro to the right throw C's up
Sippin' on Tussin', no Easter
Off the Xan', got seasick
No master, pop Visa
I do fraud with leisure
Packrunner my allegiance
No Master', pop Visa
Margi-Margi-Margi, it say Margiela my sneaker
Spent fifty on my waist
Big ol' Glock, and it got a beam
Big ol' Draco on me, it go bang, yeah
Big ol' bag on me, b*tch, what you think?
Walk in, I'm popping them tags
Model b*tch, she got an ass
Bad b*tch so high class
Pop pill, go smoke gas
Going hunnid in the Hellcat
That boy is a fag
b*tch I got a bag
You wish you f*cking had