Lyrics Big Racks (feat. MTR Murds) - Explicit Content Productions

Aye aye aye I need big racks
Money counter count it up while I sit back
Keep it on me tell them dummy's come and get back
He fuck around we tag his toe ain't no tic tac
Aye aye I need big racks
Money counter count it up while I sit back
Keep it on me tell them dummy's come and get back
He fuck around we tag his toe ain't no tic tac

You know I'm cuttin up, had to get my money up
Goofys used to clown the tables turned now it ain't funny huh
Lemme switch it up bro why they think we playin with em
It's guns all around us pussy and we stayin with em
They talkin down on the kid but gettin no cheddar
How they hatin on the gang they should know better
I feel like Tee up in this bitch I do it no effort
A couple haters really mad I make they hoe wetter
Applyin Pressure yeah I'm all about a bag
Bitch we really do what all these other rappers rap
Ion wanna chill bitch ion got time to relax
Left foot on they neck while the others on the gas
Tryna keep it humble but these rappers brought the beast out
How yo team starvin my whole gang at the feast now
Hunnid million dollars bout the only thing I need now
Loyal to the soil ten toes two feet down
And this content explicit more than rap you know we cliqued up
Sleepin on the gang while we buzzin time to get up
In my city shit get wicked so you better pick a blick up
And I'm all about my money don't come try me and get zipped up

Aye aye aye I need big racks
Money counter count it up while I sit back
Keep it on me tell them dummy's come and get back
He fuck around we tag his toe ain't no tic tac
Aye aye I need big racks
Money counter count it up while I sit back
Keep it on me tell them dummy's come and get back
He fuck around we tag his toe ain't no tic tac

Aye aye I bring the pressure
Money long I be still tryna stretch it
Keep a rocket in my pocket for protection
I know they worried bout they hoe I see em stressin
Yeah ooh I got em sweatin
Ain't nobody fuckin w me I could bet it
In my city bitch I'm good don't gotta check in
He think he juiced we knock the water out his melon
Yeah yeah an I need big bank
Big cutter on me bitch for a big snake
How you tellin on yo mans bro it's snitch k
MTR the mob lil bitch we the big apes
Let em meet his maker since he wanna run his big mouth
Let this blicky carol ina party wipe the plug out
Twitter fingers typin ain't gonna save you bro just sit down
Talkin out your neck that's the shit that get you knocked down
I ain't wanna do it but I did it dummy oh well
How you talkin reckless but the first to run and go tell
Dom threw the bullet and I caught it like I'm Odell
Ask about ya boy the name hold weight like a dumbbell
Bitch yeah like a dumbbell
Ask about ya boy the name hold weight like a dumbbell bitch