paroles de chanson Racks - herm feat. Dizzy D & Lawrence Goolie

Yeah, hold up
Play with them racks (Slatt, hold up, yeah)
Play with them racks (Play with the cash)
Play with them racks (Cash)
I put them racks on your ass (I put them racks on your ass)
I put them racks on your ass (Racks on your head)
I put them racks on your ass (Hold up, slatt, hold up)
Uh (Bitch)
I put them racks on your ass
I put them racks on your ass (What?)
I put them racks on the bags
I put them racks on my bitch
I put them racks on my kicks
Can't fuck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag)
I'ma put some more on that bitch (Yeah)

50 round drum gon' burst
Double Cs all on the purse
I ain't tryna fuck on no Perc
Bitch can't fuck on the Perc
Big Backwood of that sherbert
Yeah, smokin' that herb (Yeah)
I dress like this on purpose (Hol' up)
You know I gotta work it
Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin
.38 Glock (Glock)
Ridin' 'round town with the Birkin
Now she mofuckin' flock (Flock)
We don't fuck with no cops (I can't fuck with no cops)
Know we can't fuck with no cops (I can't fuck with no opps)
My partner gon' shoot at a cop (Shoot at a cop)
My partner gon' shoot at an opp (Shoot at an opp)
Me and Peso locked in like a motherfuckin' lock
Wanna try me and my friend (Hol' up)
Get hit off the block
Hellcat right on the block (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
Test me and bitch get popped (What?), yeah
Calm, saving these hoes
That money gon' talk (What?)
These niggas be talkin' like ho's
These niggas just talk

Yeah, hold up
Play with them racks (Slatt, hold up, yeah)
Play with them racks (Play with the cash)
Play with them racks (Cash)
I put them racks on your ass (I put them racks on your ass)
I put them racks on your ass (Racks on your head)
I put them racks on your ass (Hold up, slatt, hold up)
Uh (Bitch)
I put them racks on your ass
I put them racks on your ass (What?)
I put them racks on the bags
I put them racks on my bitch
I put them racks on my kicks
Can't fuck with him, he a snitch (Got a bag)
I'ma put some more on that bitch (Yeah)

I put them racks on your ass (Yeah)
With the FN and he don't got a chance
We gon' make sure that nobody stand (What?)
Break it out, ten rubber bands
Drop a ten, I'll shoot at his head
Wit' friends and count up some dead (Count up the racks)
These racks bring out your thot
Red, I pour in the drop
Ain't no yappin', we shootin' on the spot
Roll that dope and I smoke it a lot
With your bitch and I hit her a lot
Got a V on my tee with a Glock (Vlone)
Put the beam on the 40 and drop (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop)
Put some racks on his ass
Leave your toe wit' a tag
Got a bloody ass rag (Bih, bih)
Me and Carti locked in like a motherfuckin' dread (Bitch)
Hellcat with her friends (Skrr-skrr-skrr)
Keep 'em around for the head
I got 50 round twins
That's a hundred in your leg (Bop-bop-bop)