Lyrics Lil’ Wayne – Racks

Hatin’ ass niggas be baller blocking
Acting like some goalkeepers
There’s a reason for everything
But my niggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a ho beater
All-black hoodie, I’m the Grim Reaper
Look like it’s time for spring cleaning
Brand new spanking street sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee deep
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split Swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump
Double barrel on that pump
This kush I got ain’t no chump
Get stupid and get stomped
Two guns, I call ’em Kriss Kross
Kriss Kross’ll make you jump
Gotta do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain’t even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in twos
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G Code, I stick to the rules

Last night I got so high
I swear to God I went to the moon
I’m on that shit you can’t get nowhere
You pussy boy, don’t go there
If I don’t do nothing I’mma ball, no hair
Smoking on that «Oh yeah»
My niggas tote that hardware
What you ’bout, whoadie?
My niggas about that warfare
Real nigga since day one
Cause I ain’t promised day two
Throw that pussy at me
Bitch, I think I’m Babe Ruth
Drop top Maybach on the way
Yeah, that’s that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle
I’m gonna hit her with that rattle snake
Guns clap like patty cake
Blood gang red bandana face
Make them pussies pop they self
You can call that «masturbate»
I don’t front, no fabricate
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F. Baby, bitch
The ‘F’ is for fascinate
Louisiana, I’m from that swamp
I’mma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
Fuck you and where you from
Three, Two, I am the One
Job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, twelve months
What’s up redbone, what’s up caramel?
Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high bitch, bitch I parasail
Carter 4 is late
Sorry for the wait
Thank you