Baby Racks Flow
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Yea Baby Racks
Baby Racks Baby Racks
Haha stop playing I ain't gone stop this shit until a nigga take me out cuz
I Talk a lot of money cause I keep that
Plays lined up like six flags
These niggas broke like kit kats
Popping these percs like tic tacs
Boy I get you killed for a price tag
Serve that boy fries with a Big Mac
If we don't hit shit we gone double back
Boy you get popped like a rubber band
This Shit get deeper than quick sand
My young niggas steal more than Bruh man
Dropping these pounds off like transam
Your main bitch screaming out baby racks
Trying to go run up a crazy sack
12 watching me like It's Cinemax
I cannot near shop at Tj max
Catching more plays than a quarter back
These bitches fake and they counterfeit
Bitch I ball like I'm stojakovic
You bottom shelf like ivanna bitch
Boy you gone die trying to hit that lick
My bitches spoiled like they Richie rich
We get to the money like we print the shit
I'm feeling like Tony fresh off the banana boat
I need them bands yeah I'm talking that crazy cho
My phone stay ringing like I work at dominos
I'm having boss talks while Im eating papadeaux
I'm catching these plays I keep calling that give and go
My college bitch said she just made the honor roll
I think I'm the best I should name myself billy goat
I keep them bitches like my name duece bigalow
I might hit the lot and go get me a corvette
I'm jugging these bags don't got time for no forex
I treat my lean like Winnie wit the porridge
I always keep racks on me while I'm recording
That's just motivation to keep my shit going
I don't care about designer I'm still rocking Jordan's
Let's go to Brazil I'm trying to fuck on a foreign
These niggas be jealous I'm already knowing
Bitch I'm so used to me balling
I keep them bucks like Milwaukee
Tryna take a trip out to Maui
I laugh cause these niggas doubted
Did you fuck on that hoe probably
Hoe I be gone like a Audi
Please don't talk like you just bout it
Boy you get shot just for pouting
Her pussy wet like a fountain
I play wit numbers like accountants
I run my racks up like it was a relay
You out of work just like your name was day day
Boy you get broke off like it was a payday
If it ain't about cash I stay out the way
My pockets be filled up with bands like parades
You the type that might get shot in the face
I'm the type that's gon go fill up a safe
I run from police like i started a race
I might hop in a truck and just go state to state
I just got a text from a girl you call bae
He say he gon Rob me that boy must be cray
That nigga was trippin his blunt must was laced
I heard you was 12 you be singing like Nate
My lil brother scam he got 17 names
I got the best lawyer he'll beat any case
If the money come short he get throwed in a lake