600 Racks

Uh, 600 racks in a duffel
You either you with us or you ain't
You ain't, it's fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds
And a ten, so we ain't gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please

Nigga ran through the money, got way more humble
Ten to a 20, I'm making it double
A ten on yo' homie, I think he in trouble
Bro seen me make like ten Ms
And he ain't get one 'cause he ain't wanna hustle
I almost put a bird on a bitch-ass rap, nigga, shh
But I ain't wanna fumble

Niggas know how I'm laying
Glock 10s, FNs, 63s, new Benz
Fucking her sis, I'm hitting two twins
Better believe it, I run up this cash
I give bro and them two Ms
She fuck good, she getting a bag
I call Kim K, get her some SKIMS, yeah

Boss shit niggas thinking I lost it, made it out of my hardships
Tall bitch throw it back and she toss it, knock it out of the park shit
Dog shit, I been poppin' that dog shit on some raisin' the bar shit
Car shit, brrp, you and your dog hit, talkin' that A and that R shit

One mill', two mill', three mill', four
I had that when I came in the door
I was still crack way back '04
I was still sharp way back for sure
She wanna fuck for them racks for sure
He wanna kill for them racks for sure
I'm putting everybody out that want war
You'll eat, I'll kill young bull

I'm on that Berks Street, Diamond, Susque
Trap street, yeah, the real up North
Walk the through the valley, shadow of death
You try me, I'll get you killed up North
I bought the Spectre, that shit like electric
I gave it to Khi, it's still out North
Right on the block, it's still out North
I'm up top, got hittas out Newark

Uh, 600 racks in a duffel
You either you with us or you ain't
You ain't, it's fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds
And a ten, so we ain't gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please

I'm doing this shit with ease (let's go)
She a lil' hood bitch, mean as fuck
For me she get on them knees (let's go)
Real hood nigga, I'm rockin a Patek, this shit like 300 Ps
Bro and them pushing that weed
Going live on niggas real quick like speed
You dig?

Too much motion
I went Cullinan, follow the ghosts (all in the back)
Niggas ain't havin' the way that we havin'
They get on some hoe shit
Run up them rackeys
Niggas turn into actors and get on some broke shit

She caught the wave and surfed it
Lambo yacht real fast in the ocean
Bend through yo' block on a big boy, coasting
On 12, what the hell? Get paid, fuck jail
G43, this bitch tuck well

She get paid to play with that water
I'm eating her out, this bitch upscale
She fuck well and stay to herself
Hoe, behave, go get her Chanel

Nigga, I'm made, I'll sit in a cell before I tell and sit in a cell
So many nights, they ain't give me no bail
We was all locked up, sitting in jail
Now Dubai on a yacht we sail
Arabic dime don't know Meek Mill
I just told her my name Rihmeek
Ten Rolls-Royce coming through like a sheep
Chase it, chase it, chase it, chase it

Uh, 600 racks in a duffel
You either you with us or you ain't
You ain't, it's fuck you
We came in this bitch two Glocks, four pounds
And a ten, so we ain't gonna rumble
You get some money, they love you
As soon as you lose it, them hoes don't want you, please