Torch - Rackem Lyrics
feat. Young Breed, GunplayPlay, apply strategize above firstKeep it to thousand, two G for these niggasMy shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rackRunning rounds in the stick on the strip like it's IraqPresidents you roll, I call that ***** BarackY'all keep it a hundred, I'mma keep it a rackRack 'em, rack 'em8 ball on that corner, rack 'emCross over with the rock with the two rack 'emOn this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em*****es stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'emRack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racksRack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racksIn the mob going dumb and get it clean racksTen drums in the trunk, boy, I double rackBetter asking my name, 20 racks of my wristCouple racks in my feet, ten racks in my *****This Givenchy T cost a couple racks, tooThink she ain't *****ing, I can show you what them racks doHead busting with that color, niggaI got them racks on that, that's why they spoil a niggaSecond bottles in the buck, that's a couple racksTen *****es round a nigga, time to double thatTicket on a ticking gun, I'm clicking, boy, I'm loopAnother selling record but I got a bunch of groupiesGrinding in the Panamera, dealer try to coupe meNow I'm in that 9-11 same color as SnoopieCocaine seats with the firm maxWhat you pay for that, boy, cover axDouble MG, who could ***** with thatI got a bully love the clip if you wanna *****Rack 'em, rack 'em8 ball on that corner, rack 'emCross over with the rock with the two rack 'emOn this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em*****es stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'emRack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racksRack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racksIn the mob going dumb and get it clean racksTen drums in the trunk, boy, I double rackI play the field like I'm airyLast week I sold a kilo in ParisThen I saw nigga get his head bustDown sop shit, nigga serve till the feds comeRiding around with my partner, 40 cal' in my pocketBad ***** on line two but I hold car by dollarsI kill by this shining things that hang round my collarNo if, ands and buts, body getting *****, ain't no problemSame nigga who came up in them pissy homes in them projectsBack on the block tryina get a nigga, we starvingStanding out on them corners till the wee hours of the morningJust me and cash and that big nine above one of my homiesRack 'em, rack 'em8 ball on that corner, rack 'emCross over with the rock with the two rack 'emOn this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em*****es stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'emRack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racksRack 'em, my Cuban link get the jewel racksIn the mob going dumb and get it clean racksTen drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack*****ing with me that it get you buriedI'mma crumble weed on his obituaryI'mma tell his mama it was necessaryMama, this the mobbing, this is how we livingNobody said it's fair but who the ***** caresNiggas still dying over bus fairOr over *****es that I tell 'em catch a bus hereOr some bad dope cut like mutt's earThat's the way it goes down in my city's sectionWhere every nigga in the county is in a cellNiggas be pointing at the ground, look what they did to thatAll you heard was the soundI bought a Bogota blizzard and a Heron hurricaneSet up shop then I was gone like I never cameI wanna see 'em dead center, barrel or the shottyAs bad as Illuminati, want my mind sold and bodyRack 'em
