Got Dem Racks lyrics

[Verse 1]
They be like Word Play, n*gga what, n*gga where you get your gear
How ‘bout you don’t worry about it and make like Houdini and disappear
How ‘bout me and my crew go to your hood and rob your crib
How ‘bout we just go to your hood and hit n*ggas in they ribs
‘Cause we so ruthless. Yep, n*gga ruthless and roofless
My n*gga’s car the same as my hoe and that’s topless
Coupe with no top on it, call that sh*t my outdoor mall
I get money everyday but I don’t rob Peter to pay Paul
You think you hot dog well n*gga I’m a bratwurst
Keep these choppas pooping like them f*cking Chinese fireworks
Latin chicks, Rosa Acosta and Analicia Chaves
Word Play 2016 n*gga vote for me fro Pres
I smoke dope, I be balling and I don’t lie about this sh*t
You got beef? Well you got milk? ‘Cause you gon take a long ass sh*t
Loud pack be stanking, smell like dinosaur sh*t
Popping mollies, popping ninas, yeah n*gga I’m with the sh*ts

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[Verse 2]
All my sh*t designer n*gga I be mall shopping
When I’m in the club I f*ck with hoes that keep they pus*y popping
This Drumma Drumma song, yeah this muthaf*cka knocking
William Hanna n*gga yes, I keep b*tches bed rocking
I just bought an Audi n*gga you know I got them racks
And when I’m in Hot Topic I buy all sh*t up off them racks
You want some kushie? n*gga you know I got that sack
Your b*tch coming over so she can bounce up on my sack
You n*ggas screwed up, f*cking with Word Play b*tch
Call my homie Mielke up for that NoCal sh*t
Shroomies, Cali weed, and some dust up in this b*tch
Hella drugs in this sack, I don’t know how this sh*t fit
Ask my n*ggas why and they gon tell you why they do this sh*t
My n*ggas straight thugs, they robbed Jesus for his fish
I’m running from the cops, I look like Carl Lewis
And if you didn’t know, yes I rep St. Louis
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