Rackz

作曲：OG Ron C

Yeah

Chopped up and I slapped up

Chopstar jimmy birthday man

Well ** nigga ain't about me

** I'm a chamber I'm still in

You tryna get high

I'm a cloudy sixty

Sixty nights a brother ** nigga ain't about me

The chain the chain clear

The stove's never clouded

Six sixty racks about me

The ** ask about me

The chain the chain clear

The stove's never cloudy

Six sixty racks about me

The ** ask about me

If ** talking cash all they really gotta lose it

If ** talking cash all they really gotta lose it

If ** talking cash all they really gotta do is ask

Got a ninety four caprice

And it's I switch all on the dash

Got a black two thousand nine ** I had it on my mind

It's red zero house to mind

Strapped thirty flat to ride

G p s to my destination

Young ** with a few street affiliation

These ** wanna rest for the restless nation

Rock shows at the reservation

Hesitation we move with ease

Never been a cap just kept a g

Ask me out and hate like society

Just tryna stack your body

Kindness pistol packing it's necessary

But best believe that I would test the odds

When you shine

They wanna hit you but my wrist been the rest for god

Flexes on come on with it

No names don't need to be specific

Chain glow like a sunny day headlights got a car living

I'm with hollow keys

The a b in my fam b a g a

My folks shout out to my **

The stones real nothing is ever phony

I'm throwing down down

We just losing homie make the check a

Chain clear the snow's never clouded

See sixty one's a bella **

It's the ex me I make the check a

Chain clear the snow's never clouded

See sixty bella ** it's about to blow it

** changed changed

You never clouded case

The chain clear yeah ** ask about

Sixteen zips in the streets

How they supposed to doubt me

Back in the days I ain't never had **

What you ** know about throwing ten on the wrist

What you ** know about going hard in the trap

Twenty four seven that ** is a fact

Hopped off the block straight to the bread

Hopped in the drop candy red

Make it to ten make it to twenty

You get the fifty watch out for the feds

Yeah

How I'm supposed to stop stop when my grind is crazy

They wanna show but they don't make them pay me

I don't black v neck smoke grey

LevI's hustler keisha's a hustler

I got street ties I'ma let them hate on me

Get mad cause they got cake on me

Told these ** make a hit but they can skate on me

The game is over the industry is mine

Tell them other ** they can stop trying

The game is over the industry is mine

Tell them other ** they can stop trying

The game is over

The industry is mine

Tell them other ** they can stop trying

I'm from Houston **

Where it goes down

Then we kick that inside and get it while I burn

That jig a chain clear stone's never cloudy

Six sixty racks a bell ** nigga ask about me

That jig a chain clear stone's never cloudy

Six sixty racks a bell ** nigga ask about me

The chain the chain clear stones never clouded

Sixty racks a pelle ** nigga ask about me

The chain the chain clear stones never cloudy

Sixty racks a pelle ** nigga ask about