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Rack That Shit
Faceless 1-7, e, Prompto
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Yeah, aye yeah, yeah
Damn, turn that beat up, yeah
Aye, yuh, aye yuh
Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (yuh)
Fucked yo bitch she callin' out, she said she want it deep
Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (aha)
I don't give a fuck about your energy (yeah)
Torment is infinite
I wish that I was aborted
My ma' could afford it
Light up with the syndicate
Then get my B, she contorted
Her feet into orbit
I'll fuck on the internet
Gone get your girl to record it
My nut on her forehead
I'm sad but she into it
You all the same lika a synonym
Huh, yuh
Racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on, racks on me (yuh)
I gone bring the ruckus, got my focus on the fee
Seeing out the black, we staying strapped up to the teeth
If you gone take it further leave you murdered on the street (yuh)
Buried underneath six feet concrete
Old mate with the ski, like c'est la vie
That girls pussy taste like made lychee
I'ma get my breath wet sweet like tea
My seed, compressed between them cheeks
That's g
Got them buns for fun
She like a cream pastry
An I ain't done 'til sun
Done did a 360
Said I ain't run from nun
Yeah, I ain't run from (yu-yuh)
Rip that clip
With a fucked up face
I'ma take that ace
Triple drop all day
Light split my vein
'Til it fit my brain
Tip n slice low fate
So I slide so fake
Like, get no weight
Don't get in my way
I been cutting my demons
'Til breathing my hate
Upping my Eden, deleting the pain
But pain is my purpose, deserve it
It fate, yuh
Racks on racks, I get provisions
Kodak black, got tunnel vision
Seven sixes, Ben Simmons
Rookie shit, no definition
Amateur, you beg to listen
Open ears with no intentions
Shed your tears, you act like children
Better back off, get the fuck out my way
Grab a chainsaw, cut 'em out of they place
No face, no case, I'm asserting my fate
Here's your meal, I've been serving up plates
No rip'n'dip, talk yo shit so quick, I'm sick of it
Butter them lips so slick like gibberish
Look at my racks like dividends
Make you say da-da-dadada-damn
How does it feel knowing she is a fan?
Making it clap like god damn
Bought a new jacket, it came from Japan
Think that I made it? I only began
I made it so apparent to inherit all my sentences (yuh, yuh)
My vision is impairing, I'm transparent with my privilege, uh
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