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Rack Racin' (feat. Big Baby)
by Young Chee$e
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What would rack racin’ Get us
If I never sold a record know the trap gone feel us
They gave my dawg a triple double but the court won’t kill us
I hit the scene my diamonds dancing like my ice made a triller
You want smoke this a swisher
I’m lit just like a bit but don’t get sparked for messing wit us
Knock the ball out the park soon as it land like Brandon Philips
Comme Des Garçon I bring the drip so they should tip us
I know they gone remember me a legend
Bitch I knew I was a star ever since I was eleven
Youngin tryna make it out and be my family blessing
I’ma go there about my people so situations get messy
Ima dog to these hoes ima lie right to her face
Try to check me bout that bitch and Ima put you in yo place
Put this 40 at that nigga he gone point me to the safe
Crack another fucking joke I just might crack you in yo’ face
The hate it motivate me So shout out to the ones who doubt me
Quick to put this 4 Nick’ to his nugget I can’t go with out em
This lightning striking like thunder ain’t nothing mello about me
Aye
Ain’t nothing mello about me
I’m wit’ big baby I know he gone blast for me
My Dawgs ain’t janky I bet you won’t pass on me
And if it’s smoke tell em bring that gas to me
Cause ima smoke it until all yo guys deceased
Jay through his phone he was tired of catching cases,
The way my dawg will kill yo homies you think he Jason,
I couldn’t keep my mind on track my heart was racing
So I grew up into that bag I can’t keep pacing
Yeah I’m the shit no I don’t need no bathroom
I keep them sticks no I don’t need no bamboo
I get it quick you know I’m in my bag too
Count up them benji’s you would think my flag blue
Ya ya ya
What would rack racin’ Get us
If I never sold a record know the trap gone feel us
They gave my dawg a triple double but the court won’t kill us
I hit the scene my diamonds dancing like my ice made a triller
You want smoke this a swisher
I’m lit just like a bit but don’t get sparked for messing wit us
Knock the ball out the park soon as it land like Brandon Philips
Comme Des Garçon I bring the drip so they should tip us
What would rack racin’ Get us
If I never sold a record know the trap gone feel us
They gave my dawg a triple double but the court won’t kill us
I hit the scene my diamonds dancing like my ice made a triller
You want smoke this a swisher
I’m lit just like a bit but don’t get sparked for messing wit us
Knock the ball out the park soon as it land like Brandon Philips
Comme Des Garçon I bring the drip so they should tip us
I know they gone remember me a legend
Bitch I knew I was a star ever since I was eleven
Youngin tryna make it out and be my family blessing
I’ma go there about my people so situations get messy
Ima dog to these hoes ima lie right to her face
Try to check me bout that bitch and Ima put you in yo place
Put this 40 at that nigga he gone point me to the safe
Crack another fucking joke I just might crack you in yo’ face
The hate it motivate me So shout out to the ones who doubt me
Quick to put this 4 Nick’ to his nugget I can’t go with out em
This lightning striking like thunder ain’t nothing mello about me
Aye
Ain’t nothing mello about me
I’m wit’ big baby I know he gone blast for me
My Dawgs ain’t janky I bet you won’t pass on me
And if it’s smoke tell em bring that gas to me
Cause ima smoke it until all yo guys deceased
Jay through his phone he was tired of catching cases,
The way my dawg will kill yo homies you think he Jason,
I couldn’t keep my mind on track my heart was racing
So I grew up into that bag I can’t keep pacing
Yeah I’m the shit no I don’t need no bathroom
I keep them sticks no I don’t need no bamboo
I get it quick you know I’m in my bag too
Count up them benji’s you would think my flag blue
Ya ya ya
What would rack racin’ Get us
If I never sold a record know the trap gone feel us
They gave my dawg a triple double but the court won’t kill us
I hit the scene my diamonds dancing like my ice made a triller
You want smoke this a swisher
I’m lit just like a bit but don’t get sparked for messing wit us
Knock the ball out the park soon as it land like Brandon Philips
Comme Des Garçon I bring the drip so they should tip us
