RACKS lyrics

[Chorus]
Ahh, How many guns n*ggas got in this truck?
Grah, We jump out and make n*ggas run
Don't care if it's a b*tch on that side, n*ggas knockin' off buns (Kezii)
Bro call my phone when it's done
R.I.P Mel, f*ck Matt, n*ggas turned n*ggas runtz
He died, n*ggas spit up his guts
Boy better stay with this gun, bro it's bright like the sun

I cannot go without passing
Rah, brains stuck, left on the backseat
Got bang, on the bros make it nasty
As soon as he said that it's up, sh*t was jumpin' out taxis
n*ggas take off like a track meet
We used to troop it on feet, n*ggas keepin' in classy
Now we jump out actin' flashy
Bullets is tappin' his back, he get popped like a [?]

[Verse]
If I walk 'em, we bring out the TEC
J.O, shot, ah n*ggas tappin' our neck
See they trooped then they bang on the jets
Thе Hound, seen me in person, n*gga turned on thе jets
See their soul 'fore I bang on his chest
Boy I keep flickin' on the 40 'til I walk one to death
We troop then we go down the steps
Bro, I could go down the list, we ain't put [?]
Hear the O’s in the sky, they hidin'
n*ggas be thinkin' they tough, we the reason they die
We get at it from the live and [?]
Sayin' my deads in a song, his mom gonna cry
He ain't die but he feel it inside
40, the bullets so big, this sh*t knockin' off thighs
The witness can't leave here alive
I let it bang on the set, n*ggas tellin' you lies
It get active, we bring out the chop
n*ggas get tagged, shot, sent to the doctor
I get you hit like a monster
Brodie be dressed in all black like the boy from Wakanda
After we done, they can't find him
Demons be chasin' him down, n*gga right there behind
It get lit then we knock down and line 'em
n*ggas get tagged and they screamin', they yell for they momma

[Chorus]
Ahh, How many guns n*ggas got in this truck?
Grah, We jump out and make n*ggas run
Don't care if it's a b*tch on that side, n*ggas knockin' off buns
Bro call my phone when it's done
R.I.P Mel, f*ck Matt, n*ggas turned n*ggas runtz
He died, n*ggas spit up his guts
Boy better stay with this gun, bro it's bright like the sun

I cannot go without passing
Rah, brains stuck, left on the backseat
Got bang, on the bros make it nasty
As soon as he said that it's up, sh*t was jumpin' out taxis
n*ggas take off like a track meet
We used to troop on our feet, n*ggas keepin' in classy
Now we jump out actin' flashy
Bullets is tappin' his back, he get popped like a [?]
[Outro]
(If I walk 'em, we bring out the TEC)
(See they trooped then they bang on the jets)
(See their soul 'fore I bang on his chest)
(We troop then we go down the steps)