bandhunta izzy & pyrex whippa - raccs lyrics
[intro]
808 my crew! (pyrex)
’cause i got just got, ooo
ooo
yeah, cuz got the [?] drip
hey, you hear the beat?
okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
[chorus]
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs (skrt, skrt)
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)(whoo, whoo, whoo)
[verse 1]
i got raccs, i got rumbles
sack, blitz, better not fumble
walk in givenchy i’m drippin’ a puddle
ain’t talkin’ money you better not mumble
i got this, i got that
i got clips, i got straps
brown skin b+tch, real fat ass
’cause i need some dope and you better not tax
i got raccs, i got straps too
gun to his body bet it’ll mark him up like it’s a tattoo
yeah, you need packs
well we can do that too
he showed with the money i showed him finesse, i pull me a jack, move
[chorus]
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs (skrt, skrt)
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs, yeah (skrt, skrt)
[verse 2]
i got raccs, b+tch
packs, b+tch
blowin’ the bag like an ad+lib
[?] sacs, fifth
whippin’ that work do a back+flip
i got big, sk!lls
big, work
whip so hard my wrist hurt
stuntin’ for the gram so yeah i put him in a picture
[lil sauce?] drip in season
christian loubi’s bleedin’
ballin’ b+tch play defense
she up the dra’ she geekin’
sunday night in the house versace robe drip for no reason
summertime, snortin’ blow
sellin’ snow i change the season
[chorus]
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs (skrt, skrt)
i got raccs (i got raccs), i got raccs (i got raccs)
i got raccs (i got them b+tches), i got raccs (i got them raccs)
feel like a dyk+ when i pull up on b+tches i whip out the strap (whoo, whoo, whoo)
feel like the ups whippin’ i’m shippin’ i’m handlin’ packs (whoo, whoo, whoo)
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