Organic Racks

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm just warming up (I'm warming up) Good job DVME (good job) I'm just rolling up (gas) Only flame (yes lord) Bitch I do my thing (Goddamn) Look at the chain (Sock it to me) Look at the pinky (Keep going Larry) Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey (Yes lord) I can't trust no more (No, no) I lost that (You broke my heart) Thought you was my family Why you pull a jack (Why you do that to me) I'm tripping hard (Tripping) I'm sleeping with it (I'm sleeping with it) I don't fuck with niggas (I don't fuck with niggas) Fuck niggas [Verse 1] Going hard, ain't never gon' stop Dedication got me living like a boss If I could make a million I can make it out I'm dealing with some shit I'm never talking about Thinking bigger I ain't take the quicker route Dark days, no water in the house KelTech with the 30s busting out Killing neck in the 'vette, counting thous' Never keep no real money in the house Weigh it up, vacuum seal, send it out G pulled up, panty in a drought Hoes wanting boyfriends, that's out Dick in her mouth, just for the clout Rich bitch, just wanna cash out Daddy hella rich, mama cracked out Yellow YSL when I'm indecisive Killin' shit, niggas wonder when I'm stopping Cooling kit on my brand new rifle Too legit, fuck a bitch [?] I'm not Martin but I keep a black Tommy Beet juice in the morning with a salad Loose socks and my drawls say Calvin Picnic with the bitch, I'm in Maui Cartier plain jane, 6000 [Hook] Know the game Play by the rules Play it smooth You'll never lose, bitch Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, yeah Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, ey ey Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, bitch Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck Ey ey ey ey ey ey [Verse 2] Pull up in it (Pull up in it) That ain't tinted, ey (That ain't tinted) That ain't rented (ey ey ey) Full kitted, damn (good job) Sliding on 'em, shit (sliding) You ain't with it, bitch (You ain't with it) Keep that juice, yuh (damn, ey ey ey) Orange juice, uh (Keep going Larry) Green juice, huh (Sock it to me) Beet juice, uh (Uh, $11) Be cool ($12) Ooh this beat cool (Yes lord) I'm in Saramota (Frisco) Give me sloppy toppy (Yes lord) I got court tomorrow (Bitch ass nigga) Bitch I want it all (Suck me up) Bitch, you sloppy drunk I can't fuck at all I told that bitch get me a stack Then I blew it all (Get me Nikes and shit) I like Louis (Ooh, Louis) I'm accustomed to it (I'm a customer) But I'm a hustler (Bitch ass nigga) So don't get it fucked up (Na) This a one take jake I ain't write this man Got a bitch named Hailey Got a bitch named Mercedes Got a bitch named Katie Fu-fu-fu-fuck you, pay me I've been thumbing through a whole lot lately Pulled up in the coupe looking famous Ey, ey, ey [Hook] Know the game Play by the rules Play it smooth You'll never lose, bitch Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, yeah Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, ey ey Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, bitch Racks in my pocket I don't give a fuck, ey ey ey ey ey ey [Outro] Ey, good morning bitch ass nigga You already know how I'm coming, nigga Wake up hella early, go to an expensive ass grocery store And get my motherfuckin' multi-vitamins Something slight Very motherfucking peaceful, nigga Everything I do is A1, bitch Step it up Sock it to me, bitch You're too near me not to hear me, nigga My orange juice costs $12, bitch You know what I'm saying That's with tax and shit You know what I'm saying Cause I pay my taxes Off the motherfucking dribble, nigga I'm coming through, I'm sliding Corvette and shit, nigga I might pull out the Beam, nigga I might pull out the Prius, bitch You just never know Everything I do is gold, nigga You know what I'm saying Off the motherfucking backboard, nigga Ol' bitch ass nigga Step it up Good job, nigga Frisco shit, nigga Bay area shit, nigga Taking over the world with this shit nigga Off top Very peaceful, you bitch ass nigga Sock it to me