Rack Racer

Album cover art for "Rack Racer" by Guap Tarantino & Casino

Guap Tarantino & Casino - Rap

Rack Racer

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Lyrics

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino] I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley Can't fuck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin Run that shit up, then I ship it I'm designer with them tickets Rack racing, sack chacing Big faces, money taking [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] Young nigga move that work, from Atlanta to the table Got prices on your head, I a young nigga hit that table Nigga really gettin that paper, fuck you, bitch, see you later Got a Glocc 19 with a laser Switch on me, might make it graze ya My diamonds drippin water, bitch, I think you need a sailor I put these bitches in bags, man, you know I don't save her That tech off you, pussy boy, don't touch my paper Tell my old hoe, you might get some dick for good behavior I got the work, you know I'm really in the streets I get hoes fuckin for free, yeah, Freebands, you know I put in work And you know Casino is gang, you know I fuck with him [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley Can't fuck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin Run that shit up, then I ship it I'm designer with them tickets Rack racing, sack chacing Big faces, money taking [Verse 2: Casino] Tryna take the gun out the bag, I'm on Perkasit Got your bitch, don't forget 12 goin shoot, when I shine These diamonds, take your hoe, I think it's perfect timing All the shining, since the trap boomin Pour up the 4 in my face, fuck the law That's a Fileep on my neck, man, fuck the law Blue hundreds, passed around, I ain't order it Blue strips in my pocket, got bands Throwin bricks, like I was young, man We going guap mode, we bout to drop a bag Hit up my bro Future, didgital dash [Chorus: Guap Tarantino] I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley Can't fuck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin Run that shit up, then I ship it I'm designer with them tickets Rack racing, sack chacing Big faces, money taking

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Credits

Writers
  • Guap Tarantino
  • Casino