Racked Up lyrics

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up

[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday, racked up
Riding naked, that's how n*ggas get clapped up
Stay off the phone, that's how you n*ggas get rapped up
I ain't playing with these n*ggas, stay strapped up
Everyday, stacks up
Playing with a pimp, b*tches get slapped up
[?] lap up
Ain't no trickin over here, we stay macked up
Yesterday, it was the black truck
I'm in the Challenger, with the black guts
[?] want the [?], he know [?] up
He a lame, make them nosey n*ggas back up
Everyday, I catch a fat nut
She looking bo legged, with a fat butt
I like slow head, with a fat blunt
f*ck with the old heads, they tought me how to stack up
[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
They call me $hort Dawg, what's up, punk b*tch?
Heard you had a broke n*gga, never hit one lick
Ride around the town, stuck on that dumb sh*t
Let you in my world, b*tch, you couldn't function
I got a wrong di*k, I make you c*m quick
Always got a few, never see me with one b*tch
Came through in the whip, and made her mama sick
My b*tches pay me, and they get it all from the tricks
You see these hundreds? b*tch, you want this?
You wanna spend it on yourself, have some fun with it?
You and your broke n*gga, you straight fronting
Acting like you having things, y'all ain't got one cent
I'm in some new sh*t, and I'm swerving
Yeah it cost a hundred racks, b*tch, it's german
Fiening for this good life, I know you [?]
Work for me, b*tch, and this is what you'll be earning
b*tch!
[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up

[Verse 3: Gunplay]
Maybach malisia, come and get your issues
Splitting b*tches like a swisher, baby kissing on my pistol
My work never [?], all my sh*t official
[?] drop it, yeah, b*tch, my sh*t a blizzerd
pus*y n*gga, where my money at? Don't make me spill my conyak
And a n*gga got a short fuse, so don't go to fronting that
Every club you see me performing at, I got my gun in that
Try running up on me, n*gga, [?] running back
[?] with no licance [?] this dime piece the nicest
Look how her titties sit up higher than the ifle
[?] my stones on, I be leaving sl*ts stifled
[?] my air [?] dirty than my rifle
[?] sack in the trap first
This indostry beef ain't beef, b*tch, I have work
Tap water, crack water, I was that thirsty
[?] back on, who you came to see [?]
[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke n*gga back up
Stay in your lane [?] n*gga that's racked up