RACKS (feat. Anti Da Menace)

(Mom, Lockdown in the studio again) Big 26K shit, nigga Big 2600 shit, nigga BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherfucker) Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp) Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that Had to cut my brother off 'Cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want I bet that shit don't bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch Been shootin' shit That's how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame I'm out in Cali clutchin' on a ghost Glock And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don't gotta cock Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, hе get his noodle knocked Thеy took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood I ain't never been scared of shit In another nigga hood, I'm still good This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin' wood I'ma keep steppin' on these niggas Until the day that I feel understood Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that Had to cut my brother off 'Cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want I bet that shit don't bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch Been shootin' shit That's how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame Blaow, tell the DA fuck the chair, sign a deal, it's off from here I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear Go and tell that boy don't play with me, I'ma spill his ass like beer Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear Call the doctor, call the feds, I don't care, still dead I just seen somebody die, that shit been fuckin' with my head They can shoot me in the eye, won't even think it make me cry Slangin' fire while we outside, we get it poppin', 4 July Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper I don't care none 'bout no camera, with no mask I go'n and stretch him You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin' to the devil Oh, bitch, you think a nigga sweet? Don't get hit with heat Sweep a nigga right up off his feet Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me" Really big up in the A, can't know where my baby sleep Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that Had to cut my brother off 'Cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back Make all the songs you want I bet that shit don't bring your brother back Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim Since I jumped off the porch Been shootin' shit That's how I made a name All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame