Raxk City

Lyrics

[Intro: islurwhenitalk] [?] [Verse: islurwhenitalk] If you wa−If you wa−If you want to break bread, then you definitely gon' slide− slide (We can make it) Niggas− Niggas− [?] bitches, niggas float fuckin' eye (Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck nigga) We gon' find you, we gon' drop yo' ass, right Slide for a spin, [?] you [?] no [?] Do− Do-Do that shit-shit [?] I can't do it, [?] Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash Gettin' to the racks, man, I'm gettin' to the bands Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash Gettin' to the racks, man, I'm gettin' to the− to the bands Tried to [?] me and that nigga fuckin'− fuckin' ran− fuckin' ran− fuckin' ran Tried to cover his face, so I shot him through hand I'm in love money, I'm in love these bands [?] [Bridge: Islurwhenitalk] Imma [?] his [?], but Imma get my money [?] Finna fuckin' shoot you, yeah, I flip him under there Finna fuckin' shoot you, yеah, I flip him under there [Verse 2: Luci4] Nigga flеxin' with that strap, but that yo' homie's−that yo' homie's, that ain't−that ain't yours Niggas−Niggas−Niggas know I'm seventeen, bitch, my money—immature You be frontin', I can tell, you− tell, you− tell, you don't be soundin' very sure And I'm− And I'm− And I'm− And I'm− And I'm− And I'm− −Azazel, burn my soul, make it pure I want racks, bands, cheese, Imma share it with my B's I want racks, bands, cheese, Imma share it with my—B's Rollin' Douja, smokin' trees, [?] Put a laser on the Glock, if you up it you get scanned Talkin' reckless on my phone, you gon' catch a fuckin' ten Hella bitches on my dick, I get money, I'm the man Told her she not gettin' hired, you got ears then you can't If you trip we throwin' [?], gettin' money, fuckin' hoes We up high, you niggas low, I be cursin' up my foes Lookin' around, I see foes, [?] on 24's [Outro: Islurwhenitalk & Luci] I'm in love with a Glock, but I can't make it stop Bitch want give me top,~I want to flip these rocks I'm− I'm− I'm tryna get the money, you cannot take it from me Try me, I'm gon' [?], bitches really lackin' I up the pole, then he runnin', he gettin' shot in the back Flexin' on niggas, I'm stuntin', I know they watchin' they Mac Niggas be cryin' on Twitter, beatin' they meat in a p− in a p− in a pack Niggas is really some bitches, catch them I'm finna spaz'