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gibzofficial - clean racks lyrics

[intro: gibz]

let’s go
yeah
clean rackz clean rackz on me
still stuck up doing both hit my line for what ever you need
let’s go
yeah in my zone

[chorus: gibz]

clean racks clean racks on me
still stuck up doing both hit my line for what ever you need
we got drugs we got plugs bro signed to the streets
there was times i was dying on me
why you relying on me?
don’t feel sorry for me
cause every time i was down you weren’t around you weren’t acknowledging me
don’t make time for me yeah
ain’t n0body takе my shine from me
brothers in thе streets take your shine for free

[verse 1: gibz]

lie with me
yeah she wanna lie with me
every time i’m feeling up she wanna ride with me
10 bad hoes they all admire me
got her screaming high notes she singing like a choir b
sold a couple packs you think your real you can’t ride with me
brodie running county lines the devil signing deals i won’t accept
i feel like it’s just safer on my lap
when i’m the stu i got the mac and i ain’t talking bout no strap
the same way you gon’ get it you gon’ loose it
back stabbing b+tch shot cupid in the head i hit him up
reload after reload would’ve thought i had a gun
i’m just eating steak and lobster while i’m chilling in the shard
yeah i’m k!lling in the rear while she moaning in my ear i make these b+tches sign a nda i f+ck it make her tap out
blow another bag now
nittys in the trap house
i be serving cane swerving jakes in my bag now
pain really changed me i admit that
had to get these bands i was focused on the get back
minimum wage was the reason why i flipped packs
criminal ways i just flip it then i sit back
[verse 1: ceejay]

and i sit back when i write a verse
but that’ll make you stand up
how you sending shots for me you better keep your strap tucked
bar for bar im punching by the hook your getting banged up
or real life at the bar we’ll have a punch up you’ll get banged up

[verse 1: gibz]
she got picked up in a foreign
but she’s leaving on a cab one
pushing weight all year cause i’m just tryna get these packs gone
sing my old songs
i’ve been getting oz gone
had to go and re+up on plant
i had to crop some

[verse 1: ceejay]

i be with some goats tryna flock some
with a couple birds i’m tryna c+ck one
all of them are watching on a clock one
there playing with there paws on a stop one
coming through the doors that were locked once took my shots pop gun

[chorus: gibz]
clean racks clean racks on me
still stuck up doing both hit my line for what ever you need
we got drugs we got plugs bro signed to the streets
there was times i was dying on me
why you relying on me?
don’t feel sorry for me
cause every time i was down you weren’t around you weren’t acknowledging me
don’t make time for me yeah
ain’t n0body take my shine from me
brothers in the streets take your shine for free

[verse 2: ceejay]

i was shottin drugs before i ever saw the clean cash
bruddahs wanna chat, im setting pace like a speed cam
gibz is doing 80 in a 30
the corners always clean but we’re still high as f+ck
we love to hit the curb g
balling in the streets but this ain’t curby
hands are getting dirty
golf flow i’m going to the club i need a birdie
city boy i gotta bring a chick in for the jerky
nuttin like a wings and chips sipping on a rio like i’m ferdi
and that’s the humble side of me
f+ck a main meal i got my side with me
running up a mill and that’s a target that’s in sight for me
i swear my pen is pricey thats why n0body is signing me
real talk man it’s priceless
know i’m getting richer i’ve been looking at the price less
team full of men coz i’ve been chilling with the mice less
i be with some bosses talking where we’re gonna fly next
taes been at the airport doing shifts you wouldn’t dream of doing
tryna comprehend the cappers lines i’m always reading through it
i don’t speak the truth
i hit the stu and play my tune i let the speakers do it
im in the same place but you can see the movement
im on a smoke food and hit the booth flex
n0body can beat me on a beat that ain’t a new flex
beat a chick and block the number i be saying who’s this
moving like the whip i’m dreaming of i swear i’m ruthless
[chorus: gibz]

clean racks clean racks on me
still stuck up doing both hit my line for what ever you need
we got drugs we got plugs bro signed to the streets
there was times i was dying on me
why you relying on me?
don’t feel sorry for me
cause every time i was down you weren’t around you weren’t acknowledging me
don’t make time for me yeah
ain’t n0body take my shine from me
brothers in the streets take your shine for free

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