Lyrics Racks Bih (feat. Yictitan) - Kvng Russ feat. Yictitan

Hell you talking 'bout nigga
3leven da gang bitch

I got racks bitch uh
I got tactics
I used to ain't have shit
Now I'm flooding baguettes
I need me a bad bitch
I need me a bag quick
My niggas is savage
Made a song now I'm having

Talk on my name you 'gon die
Swear to God that my niggas 'gon ride
Fool me once you ain't fooling me twice
Got some racks now my wrist be on ice
Say I'm hot like I came with some spice
Baby know that I'm changing her life
Double cup with the mud and the sprite

And you better not switch up on sides
Remember I was giving you rides
Now you not acting right in the mind
Baby suck me she give me some mind
Hundred shots and they hitting your spine
Gotta get it, ain't wasting no time
Cartier 'cuz these diamonds be blind

Gave her meat that's a recall
Knock her out of the park like its tee ball
Thirty bands in my jeans and they G-star
Smoking more gas than mufucking T Raw
And my gas different colors like beach ball
And she ride on that dick like a see-saw
Nah she ride on that dick like a hee-haw
And my clip longer than the Chinese wall

I'm proud of the shit that I do
But I still got shit that I ain't done
All these bitches, they be for the crew
And all of these niggas my damn sons
Tryna put a few racks on the tooth
Fuck with me and my niggas gon aim guns
You say that I'm long overdue
Niggas hating and you be the main one

I got racks bitch uh
I got tactics
I used to ain't have shit
Now I'm flooding baguettes
I need me a bad bitch
I need me a bag quick
My niggas is savage
Made a song now I'm having

I got racks bitch uh
Off of that gas bitch uh
Roll with my Nina, move with that bag, that shit do a backflip uh
Roll with my Nina, they catch you lacking, they let the mac rip uh
I got the juice I sip uh
Too many racks I don't trip
I don't see nothing wrong
Brand new bitch I went home with
She smell my cologne
Niggas see a yard they staking out just like some garden gnomes
All these fucking choppers in the back give a fuck about that .44

Sit in her throat
Shawty won't leave me alone
One to the dome
Bitch I'm higher than a drone
She blow up my phone
Shawty love how I put that shit on her
Ice on me no cone
No handouts nigga fuck a loan

Kick shit like I'm Bruce Lee
Chopper sing like Lucci uh
Stepping Gucci
Nigga mad his girl choose me
Pockets full of that loose leaf uh
Of that blue cheese
New day it's a new me uh
Nigga I got

Racks bitch uh
I got tactics
I used to ain't have shit
Now I'm flooding baguettes
I need me a bad bitch
I need me a bag quick
My niggas is savage
Made a song now I'm having