REAL RACKS 2 lyrics

[Intro: Marrgielaa]
Uh, yeah, b*tch
Gang, the f*ck y'all n*ggas on, man (On god)
b*tch, yuh
Gang, b*tch
Yuh, on god (Plugg!)

[Verse 1: Marrgielaa]
Talk down, so we jumpin' his fence
Glock 9 hit him right in his chest
Young n*gga, but you know I'm the best
Said you bout it, put that sh*t to the test
Shoot at yo' trap, boy, you know the rest
Bullets, yeah they goin straight through his vest
And I kick in yo' trap and I'm makin' a mess
And I got more racks, boy, yo' ass got left
I got a stick on me for the feds

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
I-I got a stick on me for the opps
Pick him up, then that boy got dropped
Chop parental, it aim at yo' pops
Feelin' like Carti, hide it in my sock
He talkin' down, we throw him off the dock
He want a problem, put him on a shirt
They come in second, b*tch, we come in first
[Verse 3: Marrgielaa]
He-he-he talkin' down, hе get popped like a pеrc
One shot leave that n*gga in the dirt
We took his cap, now that n*gga hurt
Sacrifice a n*gga, feel like Lil Durk (b*tch)
I'm in the trap and I'm puttin' in work
I keep an Uzi on me like I'm Byrd
b*tch like a [?] gon' knock off his head
One shot, he hit, he gone, he dead
b*tch n*gga, yeah he tied to the feds
Money blue, but I'm leavin' him red
And n*gga, I don't give a f*ck what you said
Took yo' b*tch thot, she all in my bed
Feelin' down, so I'm takin' these meds
T-Talk down, so we leavin' him dead (b*tch)

[Bridge: Marrgielaa & Slump6s]
On god (Mhm, mhm, gang)
The f*ck? (Plugg)
Gang, gang, gang
Mhm, gang, what
Gang (Dakota, where are you?)

[Verse 4: Slump6s]
Two straps, finna call em akimbo
Glock hit him, made that boy do the limbo
Big pockets, man, they look like a hippo
White shooter, and he lookin' like Diplo
I hit a stain and then hop in a cab
My diamonds water, ain't talkin' bout tap
Shout out to Kobe, I'm off of the thrax
Big ass stick, put a hole in yo' back (Bye)
b*tch, I be gettin' so high
He talkin' down, put that boy in the sky
Still tryna find who is f*ckin' with I
Got my foot on his neck like a muf*ckin' tie
n*gga, we droppin' a hit
NFL n*gga, we doin' a blitz
Laugh at his ass if he doin' a diss
[?] to exterminate many
He talkin' down, he gon end up like He—
Oh sh*t, I blacked out for a sec'
Gang, boy, [?] send up a weapon
And when I die, I'ma end up a legend