115 racks lyrics

[Intro]
(Stargaze)
Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay, Pour up a four, ay

[Verse 1: Xaviersobased]
Brought my tool, lil' boys on the loose, Ay
Me and you, let's see who she gonna choose, Ay
Prada boots, Ay, f*cking Prada boots, Ay
Vampire shawty and she got big boobs, Ay
Spent a hundred fifteen racks for the f*cking beat hoe
P6nk spent a hundred fifteen racks on his teeth hoe
Luci spent a hundred fifteen racks for the jeans hoe
Spent a hundred fifteen racks for the f*cking beat hoe
P6nk spent a hundred fifteen racks on his teeth hoe
Luci spent a hundred fifteen racks for the jeans hoe
I'm with 6, I'm with 4, I'm with 47
[?]
Ain't no second guessing
Ain't no second guessing
Ain't no f*cking second guessing
I pass cru the Smith&Wesson
He Gon get to f*cking blasting
He Gon get to f*cking blasting
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
[Verse 2: Bleood]
He told [?] to bring the b*tches
I might f*ck on your mistress
With your b*tch, she give me kisses
f*ck that b*tch and now she limpin
I rock Trues, yeah I stay fitted
Diamonds on me yeah they glissin
Hit your b*tch and then I'm dipping
Promethazine is what I'm sippin
I'm too cold you might need mittens
Pop a perc my brain keep flippin
Your b*tch moody she keep switching
All these drugs up in my system
All you n*ggas I am sh*tting
I told [?] to bring the b*tches
Talk down, JT go and get 'em
Your b*tch eating on my children
I got too much guap n*gga
You can not do this
I might pull up with a Choppa
Hit you in your lip
I got too much money, n*gga
You can't count like this
I might pull up [?] n*gga you a b*tch
Pull up on his block we gon hit him with these sticks
Yeah his b*tch on me
She really wanna eat my kids
[?]
Run up on me see this 2
I might just f*ck on your b*tch
I might get a drink or two
I got way too much guap
n*gga you can't count this much
I might pull up with your b*tch
She gon eat me like [?]
I might pull up with this chop
Its Gon hit you in your noggin
I might make all this cash
n*gga you can not do that