50 Raccs lyrics

[Intro]
I can show you how to f*ck it up, I can show you how to eat a plate
sh*t, I got a recipe, n*gga

[Chorus]
Give me fifty racks
Five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
You don't like it, I'm the type to give your money back
'Cause I'm the type to double tax, I know you comin' back
Put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin' in a minute with your trappin' ass
A hundred fifty thousand, I ain't lookin' back, tell the feds, "Get off my di*k," I been chillin' with my rappin' ass

[Verse 1]
Long live the members, RIP the vacuum sealers, might just still take a risk with my lil' trappin' ass
Gotta sell them b*tches whole 'cause they sell Cookie, every n*gga walk up out my trap gon' need a garbage bag
He say he ran up a hundred, he ain't buy no ice or nothing, n*gga ain't ran up sh*t, he must be walking fast
Mill still sell Cookies, he been on the block, posted all day with a blade and a COVID mask
You tryna shake back?

[Chorus]
Give me fifty racks
Five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
You don't like it, I'm the type to give your money back
'Cause I'm the type to double tax, I know you comin' back
Put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin' in a minute with your trappin' ass
A hundred fifty thousand, I ain't lookin' back, tell the feds, "Get off my di*k," I been chillin' with my rappin' ass
[Verse 2]
When you got money, you got problems, when you broke, then you don't
You got four or five plugs on the squares, then you on
n*gga ran off and we broke them off, boy, this ain't no joke
Take a trip and you'll be up tomorrow, I'm telling you what I know
He can't bring them b*tches to you, better go and get 'em
We can't put 'em on that route, I know a way to send 'em
I was scared as hell when I sent that last box, hundred fifty pounds in the mail, this b*tch weigh a n*gga
I don't even want the whole sixty

[Chorus]
Give me fifty racks
Five hundred for these loads, get you a hundred pack
You don't like it, I'm the type to give your money back
'Cause I'm the type to double tax, I know you comin' back
Put your mans on, it look like he got a stack, it look like you somethin' in a minute with your trappin' ass
A hundred fifty thousand, I ain't lookin' back, tell the feds, "Get off my di*k," I been chillin' with my rappin' ass

[Outro]
Put your mans on
Y'all both looking bad
Y'all n*ggas need to come up with a plan
I don't know what the f*ck you n*ggas doing