Текст D Savage – Racks On Me

Uh, racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C and G when I’m in the store
Racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C when I’m in the store

Uh, I want the money for sure
Just give me them racks and I’ll do a show
I got a K with a scope
I got them racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking for double C and G when I’m in the store (Uh, uh, uh)
I’m bagging it up just to sell it
I bought a new chain but I need a Patek
Applying the pressure, I’m letting you have it
I’m calling my killers if it’s really static
I’m fly to death, put me in the casket
I’m popping this shit cause I never had it
I pick up a brick and then I hit traffic

I got a chopper on me, yeah, I’m driving slow
I whip that mace and it’s magic (Playboy)
We put dog food in the attic, uh (Playboy)
I hop in this juice and go savage, uh
Let’s talk about my bitch, she the baddest, yeah
She wanna fuck me all night off the addys, uh
I’ma face a Backwood, I can’t pass it
I’ma just sit on my xans, I’ma just fade away
I’ma stack all my bread, save it for a rainy day
Fuck what a hater say, I’ma still get paid
I’ma take care of the gang, laughing to the bank, uh

Uh, I want the money for sure
Just give me them racks and I’ll do a show

I promise I’m real as they come
I’m fucking your bitch, I’m making her cum
I’m smoking on gas, take over my lungs
I pull up with sticks, I pull up with drums
You think this a lick but I ain’t the one
He wanna fight but I got a gun
Niggas is dick suckin’ ass bums (Ayy)
I’m getting money, I know you can see it
I keep a bad bitch and you know she conceited
If I’m in the trap get the pot I’ma beat it
If it don’t make no sense when you talking, I’m leaving (Uh, racks)

Uh, I want the money for sure
Just give me them racks and I’ll do a show
I got a K with a scope
I got them racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking for double C and G when I’m in the store

Racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C and G when I’m in the store (Yeah)
Racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C and G when I’m in the store (I get them racks on me)
I’m bagging it up just to sell it (Ayy, racks on me)
Applying the pressure, I’m letting you have it
I’m fly to death, put me in the casket (Racks on me)
I pick up a brick and then I hit traffic
Uh, racks on me, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C and G when I’m in the store
Mix it with a double G, yeah, you already know
Looking like double C, yeah, yeah