Raccs lyrics

[Intro]
808 My Crew! (Pyrex)
'Cause I got just got, ooo
Ooo
Yeah, cuz got the [?] drip
Hey, you hear the beat?
Okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)(whoo, whoo, whoo)
[Verse 1]
I got raccs, I got rumbles
Sack, blitz, better not fumble
Walk in Givenchy I'm drippin' a puddle
Ain't talkin' money you better not mumble
I got this, I got that
I got clips, I got straps
Brown skin b*tch, real fat ass
'Cause I need some dope and you better not tax
I got raccs, I got straps too
Gun to his body bet it'll mark him up like it's a tattoo
Yeah, you need packs
Well we can do that too
He showed with the money I showed him finesse, I pull me a jack, move
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)
[Verse 2]
I got raccs, b*tch
Packs, b*tch
Blowin' the bag like an ad-lib
[?] sacs, fifth
Whippin' that work do a back-flip
I got big, skills
Big, work
Whip so hard my wrist hurt
Stuntin' for the gram so yeah I put him in a picture
[Lil sauce?] drip in season
Christian Loubi's bleedin'
Ballin' b*tch play defense
She up the dra' she geekin'
Sunday night in the house Versace robe drip for no reason
Summertime, snortin' blow
Sellin' snow I change the season
[Chorus]
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (skrt, skrt)
I got raccs (I got raccs), I got raccs (I got raccs)
I got raccs (I got them b*tches), I got raccs (I got them raccs)
Feel like a dyke when I pull up on b*tches I whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Feel like the UPS whippin' I'm shippin' I'm handlin' packs (whoo, whoo, whoo)