Текст песни Racc City - OTM

I could never understand how niggas still broke
Rack city, this LA, if you know, you know
Like who we trippin' on? Blower in a Chiefin' coat
I'm from the Stinc Team, he knows that's why his bitch chose
Niggas talkin' like they joints, but I can't tell
Make the baddest bitch in town walk on eggshells
Fuck 12, free Riesing, nigga, free Kels
Long live the cold devil, time to give 'em hell

Mama found my whole arsenal of weapons
Let a nigga think I'm scary, get to shootin', I feel threatened
Every day we be outside, niggas know we heavy steppin'
Bitches on their best behavior any time she's in my presence
If I like her, I don't tell her, I'm an arson with this metal
Niggas seem to know we pressure, real shooter for the record
Let 'em slide, nigga, never, see if niggas are athletic
I think niggas got the message, now here come the paramedics
Uh

Stincs run LA, that's the bottom line
'Bout who trippin', what we doin', what you got in mind?
Jiggy on the dance floor, where Omarion?
I'm a flu flammer, baby, I don't got no time
Too icy, niggas know they ain't as fly as us
Who the bustin'? Who this nigga tryna size me up?
Gon' end up a free throw, bitch, I earn this
Chopsticks, my sensei like, "Where you learn this?"

I think I see some feds around, it's a burnt mission
She gon' tear it off and ho for me, Racc City
Get it out of the kitty, OTK, long live Ketchy
Why you actin' so hot? You're movin' real sketchy
She's tryna party with the team, her man won't let her
My swag incredible, bet you I could bleed Sketchers
Cold demon, Stinc Team construction, it was destined
He said he gon' kill me, I just laughed when he said it

With this ruler, sit down and learn a lesson
Left him sleepin' with the fishes in Bikini Bottom
I got a fee for any nigga with a starin' problem
He get too rich before these stones make his bed rock
Way I hold it on his block, we need more chalk
No stocks, niggas say it's an issue, take a long walk
Krusty the Clown thinks I'm joking, he got Bart choked
I don't want this Wockesha, where the Morton Grove?

Ralph Lauren sweatshirt and the horse big
Jordan shoebox, racks, ain't it gorgeous?
Flight club, kicks fly, please escort him
Fuck a bad bitch, all I do is murk gees
What I tossed up my pocket is a fortune
Greedy nigga, bitch, give me double portions

Big bear shit, all I sip is porridge
U-Haul, check racks in the storage
All I do is bust another portrait
Barry Bonds at the plate, let your boy hit
Not a game, watch it, bitch, I'm courting
Do my phone, nigga, pictures, I'm so tense