Rackks on Rakks

Lyrics

[Hook] Dior, Cartier frames Pouring Hi-Tech, we call it blood rain She sucking me up like she got fangs She so in love she tatted my name Bad yellow bitch, she from the hills I'm on the pill and I'm rolling like wheels Bad yellow bitch, I think she from Brazil She want Hi-C 'cause I give her a thrill I beat it up and it gave her the chills No, I do not give a fuck how you feel Tryna get rich, tryna run up a mil' Told her I love her, I wasn't for real Pull up SRT, baby, pedal to the metal Hi-C rocking out, nigga, you not on my level [Intro] (Hello) Hi-C, bitch (Hello) Know I'm rocking out, man Rockstar lifestyle Let's get it Hi-C got racks on racks Hi-C got racks on racks, yeah (Heaven or Hell) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's rock, Matty Vanilla) Yeah, yeah [Verse] Hi-C got racks on racks Hi-C got tats on tats Rockstar life, Hi-C so rad Fuck a bad bitch on a acid tab All this pain made my heart turn black V12 coupe, this bitch go fast Bad lil' bitch, she a spoiled brat Fuck her one time, won't call her back I'm so in love with popping tags Nigga been blowing money fast Pull up to the scene with a bitch so bad Okay, baby girl, I want you so bad Throw you on the bed, baby girl, lay back (おかえり) Fucking on your ho, I got you so mad Your bitch on my dick, baby girl, relax Pull up to the scene smoking OG gas You ain't smoking strong, nigga, we can't match Sun hit the chain, watch it shine just like armor Fuck her on the beach on the condo by the water Smoking OG gas, I got gas just like a gardener 'Bout to pop a bean just so I can rock out harder And my pockets fat, bitch, but they finna get larger She giving me brain, yeah, she smart but her friend smarter I'm with your bitch, tell her behave I broke her heart, she feeling betrayed I flip a pack just like a page I pop a bean and go on a rampage Rocking Dior, Cartier frames Pouring Hi-Tech, we call it blood rain She sucking me up like she got fangs She so in love she tatted my name Bad yellow bitch, she from the hills I'm on the pill and I'm rolling like wheels Bad yellow bitch, I think she from Brazil She want Hi-C 'cause I give her a thrill I beat it up and it gave her the chills No, I do not give a fuck how you feel Tryna get rich, tryna run up a mil' Told her I love her, I wasn't for real Pull up SRT, baby, pedal to the metal Hi-C rocking out, nigga, you not on my level That bitch wanna fuck, had to fit it in my schedule (おかえり) Pouring up two lines of Hi-Tech in Mello Yello Racks on racks on racks, stack these bands up just like LEGOs Hi-C broke her heart, she say, "Hi-C, you the devil" Smoking on this gas, my eyes red like rose petals You tough on the Net, but you soft like marshmallow Say you wanna fuck, baby girl, okay, let's go (おかえり) Hit it from the back, muffled screams in her pillow Forgis on the whip, crawling like armadillo Tie that lil' bitch up, I feel like a black widow Hi-C cold as ice, my heart cold like a igloo Fuck that ho one time then I'm gone, I won't miss you Niggas hate Hi-C, lil' nigga, what's the issue? Don't make me wipe out, wipe your nose like some tissue [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch yung hi c, man RCB, man, Vampire Gang, Blood Rain Gang (Blood) Hi-C, Hi-C (Darkness, come unto me)