​Beat Up The Racks (beat_ya_b*tch) lyrics

[Intro]
Brr (Stick)

[Chorus]
Play with the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say, "It's nonsense"
I boot that b*tch off a E, play with her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks like you beat up ya b*tch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite with that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip

[Verse]
Shoot up the car, shoot up the whip
I be on Mars, I'm on the sh*ts
He say he be gettin' money, I'm like, "Okay, okay, okay"
It ain't no way, no way, no way
How can I beef with a n*gga if he gonna beef with a b*tch?
How can I beef with a n*gga if he do not know how to get rich?
How can I beef with a n*gga if he do not tote no stick?
How do I beef with a n*gga if he don't even ride with a switch?
Huh, how do I beef with a n*gga if he don't know a switch?
How do I beef with a n*gga if I can't get his attention?
I'm gon' kill 'em
His partner dead, we got 'em, uh, got his attention
It raises the tension
It raises the tension
[Chorus]
Play with the racks, that's nonsense
I put a rack on his head and he say, "It's nonsense"
I boot that b*tch off a E, play with her conscience
AMG, GLE, SRT, I be about it
See, beat up the racks like you beat up ya b*tch
I get to it fast, get to it quick
Huh, I be elite, elite with that stick
I be on fleek, quick off the hip

[Outro]
Pih eht ffo kciuq, keelf no eb I