Real Racks 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Aye man, I know all y'all n*ggas be talkin' but like (Yuh)
Bruh, y'all n*ggas ain't gon' do sh*t, and that's on God (pus*y ass n*gga)
b*tch, yuh
All y'all pus*y as f*ck (What the f*ck goin' on, Maajins?)

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I been up countin' bands
Kick in yo' trap and I shoot yo' mans
Sticked up, told him put up his hands
I seen yo' mans, n*gga, then he ran
I'm off a perc and I'm off a Xan
I f*cked yo' b*tch, n*gga, she a fan
I hit a jugg, n*gga, for the band
New pack in and it's contraband
I go to war like Afghanistan
Run in yo' home, run into yo' land
Kill him and put his body in the sand
Pull up on deep, n*gga, in the van
b*tch, I'm so high, n*gga, I can't land
I get so high when I'm off the Xans
I get so high when I'm off the coke
n*ggas be down bad and they broke (Now it's sad, cause like now all y'all n*ggas f*ckin' broke, like)
Broke ass n*ggas

[Verse 2]
Stop cappin', boy, you don't got racks
Stick on me, and it make him get back
Run up on me, I turn you to a pack
Glock on my side, no I never lack
f*ck yo' b*tch and you won't get her back
What's at yo' head? n*gga, it's a rack
Call up the troops and they gon' attack
P-p-pull up and and I shoot up the stack
Kankan that b*tch cause she is a gnat
Talk all that talk, man, I know he a rat
I'm wit' my slimes, n*gga, I'm wit my slatt
Shoutout Maajins, that's my day one bro
n*gga mad I took his day one hoe
Get the pack, move that sh*t on the low
Get racks, put that sh*t on yo dome
Sticked up when I run in yo' home
I'm in the trap and I can't pick up the telephone
I'm off the lean, n*gga, f*ck an edible
I'm in the lab, n*gga, mix the chemicals
n*ggas be hoes, n*ggas be so federal
I get the green, n*gga, like a vegetable
I kick in yo' trap and this sh*t gettin' tragic
Yo run up on me, leave yo' ass in the casket
Hit a n*gga, chop him up with a ratchet
This ain't a movie but I want the action
I'm sippin' drank, n*gga, it's relaxing
You want a feat, n*gga, well I'm taxing
He in a void but it ain't no packing
I'm in the trap and I got the pack in
I'm in the trap and I got the racks in
Whip out the stick cause I heard that he flaggin'
If I want him dead, I'ma make it happen
Come to yo' block, and I caught yo lackin'
Come to your block and I gunned you down
Shoot up his trap, n*gga, get down
When I was down, n*ggas weren't around
But now they all wanna be cool cause I'm up now, b*tch (Fake ass n*ggas)
I walked in with a gun
One shot hit a n*gga, now he done
If I see bullets, you know I'ma run
I got the block hotter than the sun
I move the weight, n*gga, move the ton (b*tch)