Lyrics Racks Got Bigger - BlueBand TrE

I'm a real deal nigga
All my racks get bigger
All my racks got bigger
Whole lot of blood like Clifford
Big money on me yours little
Stop the talk
Stop the cap in your riddles
Big bullets in the Drac' gone flip him
Lot of dogs off the leash gone sic 'em
I ain't worried about no nigga
I'm after my bankroll
And I know some real shooters
That'll Leave the case closed
And alot of shooters on deck
Whole lot of shooters leave you wet
You need support when you hit with that tec

He don't won't to talk shit
I show what my shooters do
Boy you better hush your mouth
Acting like you bulletproof
Whole lot of big bullets run through you
You ain't fooling all these niggas
Yea you fooling you
Let's go!
They like what I'm riding in maybe a McLaren
They like what I'm riding in maybe a McLaren
And I understand they hate me diamonds dancing
And I know they hate on me
My diamonds dancing
Fah
Fah
Fah
He catch all these face shots
Leave the body on the ground
Know we got it hot
Hey
We gone leave them down there
To lay
We gone put them to rest
Laid

I'm a real deal nigga
All my racks get bigger
All my racks got bigger
Whole lot of blood like Clifford
Big money on me your's little
Stop the talk
Stop the cap in your riddles
Big bullets in the Drac' gone flip him
Lot of dogs off the leash gone sic 'em
I ain't worried about no nigga
I'm after my bankroll
And I know some real shooters
That'll Leave the case closed
And alot of shooters on deck
Whole lot of shooters leave you wet
You need support when you hit with that tec

Hit with that tec
Hey
When you hit with that tec