1cey - get your racks up! lyrics
[intro: 1cey]
aye, aye
get your racks up! ha!
[chorus: 1cey]
link up with the bros, know we countin’ up
tell that p+ssy boy “get your racks up”
’cause you ain’t got no bands, how you stackin’ up?
pullin’ out that choppa, b+tch i had enough
hop up in that foreign and i’m swervin’ off
trxple7 we got shots they f+ck you up
stackin’ up these bands, you know how it go
trxple+trxple7 b+tch we run it up
these p+ssies they ain’t like me, i count hunnids up
smith & wesson, ak, glock, b+tch we run and gun
heard you talkin sh+t, i don’t give a f+ck
but i’m sure you’ll give one when your whole gang is gone
[verse: iod]
you flaunt the cash that you don’t got
i can’t imagine livin’ like that
you tellin’ lies a lot
no wonder i looked in thе hills and i couldn’t fit your spot
you livin’ way down in the streets but you flexin’ the honеybuns
how does that work?
how does that work?
your b+tch hit me up in the club, she say she wanna flirt
i’m thumbin through bands a lot, my brothas are puttin’ in work
i count up a lotta guap while i’m in the back of the urus
i pour up a lotta wock’, ah f+ck, i spilled on my shirt
i’m makin the bands, the racks, the bands, i look like a clerk
i’m poundin’ a bottle down inside the tent, i’m drinkin’ on tour
yeah, yeah, yeah, a party bus, i pop me a perc
yeah, yeah, yeah, a lot of us, my gang go berserk
me and the gang we pull up with the lethal guns, we sheddin’ the rounds
i bet you ain’t never seen an smg with the .50 cal
we can’t find a spot just to park so we spinnin’ around again
money come in way too fast, i think i might have to count again
[chorus: 1cey]
link up with the bros, know we countin’ up
tell that p+ssy boy “get your racks up”
’cause you ain’t got no bands, how you stackin’ up?
pullin’ out that choppa, b+tch i had enough
hop up in that foreign and i’m swervin’ off
trxple7 we got shots they f+ck you up
stackin’ up these bands, you know how it go
trxple+trxple7 b+tch we run it up
these p+ssies they ain’t like me, i count hunnids up
smith & wesson, ak, glock, b+tch we run and gun
heard you talkin sh+t, i don’t give a f+ck
but i’m sure you’ll give one when your whole gang is gone
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