Organic Racks lyrics

[Intro]
I'm just warming up (I'm warming up)
Good job [Dan?] (good job)
I'm just rolling up (gas)
Only flame (yes lord)
b*tch I do my thing (Goddamn)
Look at the chain (Sock it to me)
Look at the pinky (Keep going Larry)
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (Yes lord)
I can't trust no more (No, no)
I lost her (You broke my heart)
Thought you was my family
Why you pull a jack (Why you do that to me)
I'm tripping hard (Tripping)
I'm sleeping with her (I'm sleeping with her)
I don't f*ck with n*ggas (I don't f*ck with n*ggas)
f*ck them n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Going hard, ain't never gon' stop
Dedication got me living like a boss
If I could make a million I can make it out
I'm dealing with some sh*t I'm never talking about
Thinking bigger I ain't take the quicker route
Dark days, no water in the house
KelTech with the 30s busting out
Killing neck in the 'vette, counting thous'
Never keep my real money in the house
Weigh it up, vacuum seal, send it out
G pulled up, panty in a drought
Hoes wanting boyfriends, that's all
di*k in her mouth, just for the clout
Rich b*tch, just wanna cash out
Daddy hella rich, mamma caked out
Yellow I sell when I'm indecisive
Killin' sh*t, n*ggas wonder when I'm stopping
Cooling kit on my brand new rifle
Too legit, f*ck a b*tch [?]
I'm not Martin but I keep a black [Thomas?]
Beet juice in the morning with a salad
Loose socks and my drawls say Calvin
Picnic with the b*tch, I'm in Maui
Cartier plain jane, 6000
[Hook]
Know the game
Play by the rules
Play it smooth
You'll never lose, b*tch
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, yeah
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, ey ey
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, ey ey ey ey ey ey

[Verse 2]
Pull up in it (Pull up in it)
That ain't tinted, ey (That ain't tinted)
That ain't rented (ey ey ey)
Full kitted, damn (good job)
Sliding on 'em, sh*t (sliding)
You ain't with it, b*tch (You ain't with it)
Keep that juice, yuh (damn, ey ey ey)
Orange juice, uh (Keep going Larry)
Green juice, huh (Sock it to me)
Beet juice, uh (Uh, $11)
Be cool ($12)
Ooh this beat cool (Yes lord)
I'm in Saramota (Frisco)
Give me sloppy toppy (Yes lord)
I got court tomorrow (b*tch ass n*gga)
b*tch I want it all (Suck me up)
b*tch, you sloppy drunk
I can't f*ck at all
I told that b*tch get me stack
Then I blew it all (Get me Nikes and sh*t)
I like Louis (Ooh, Louis)
I'm accustomed to it (I'm a customer)
But I'm a hustler (b*tch ass n*gga)
So don't get it f*cked up (Na)
This a one take jake
I ain't write this man
Got a b*tch named Hailey
Got a b*tch named Mercedes
Got a b*tch named Katie
Fu-fu-fu-f*ck you, pay me
I've been thumbing through a whole lot lately
Pulled up in the coupe looking famous
Ey, ey, ey
[Hook]
Know the game
Play by the rules
Play it smooth
You'll never lose, b*tch
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, yeah
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, ey ey
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch
Racks in my pocket
I don't give a f*ck, ey ey ey ey ey ey

[Outro]
Ey, good morning b*tch ass n*gga
You already know how I'm coming, n*gga
Wake up hella early, go to an expensive ass grocery store
And get my motherf*ckin' multi-vitamins
Something slight
Very motherf*cking peaceful, n*gga
Everything I do is A1, b*tch
Step it up
Sock it to me, b*tch
You're to near me not to hear me, n*gga
My orange juice costs $12, b*tch
You not what I'm saying
That's with tax and sh*t
You not what I'm saying
Cause I pay my taxes
Off the motherf*cking dribble, n*gga
I'm coming through, I'm sliding
Corvette and sh*t, n*gga
I might pull out the Beam, n*gga
I might pull out the Prius, b*tch
You just never know
Everything I do is gold, n*gga
You not what I'm saying
Off the motherf*cking backboard, n*gga
Ol' b*tch ass n*gga
Step it up
Good job, n*gga
Frisco sh*t, n*gga
Bay area sh*t, n*gga
Taking over the world with this sh*t
Off top
Very peaceful, you b*tch ass n*gga
Sock it to me