REAL RACKS 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Marrgielaa] Uh, yeah, bitch Gang, the fuck y'all niggas on, man (On god) Bitch, yuh Gang, bitch Yuh, on god (Plugg!) [Verse 1: Marrgielaa] Talk down, so we jumpin' his fence Glock 9 hit him right in his chest Young nigga, but you know I'm the best Said you bout it, put that shit to the test Shoot at yo' trap, boy, you know the rest Bullets, yeah they goin straight through his vest And I kick in yo' trap and I'm makin' a mess And I got more racks, boy, yo' ass got left I got a stick on me for the feds [Verse 2: Slump6s] I-I got a stick on me for the opps Pick him up, then that boy got dropped Chop parental, it aim at yo' pops Feelin' like Carti, hide it in my sock He talkin' down, we throw him off the dock He want a problem, put him on a shirt They come in second, bitch, we come in first [Verse 3: Marrgielaa] He-he-he talkin' down, hе get popped like a pеrc One shot leave that nigga in the dirt We took his cash, now that nigga hurt Sacrifice a nigga, feel like Lil Durk (Bitch) I'm in the trap and I'm puttin' in work I keep an Uzi on me like I'm Byrd Bitch like a [?] gon' knock off his head One shot, he hit, he gone, he dead Bitch nigga, yeah he tied to the feds Money blue, but I'm leavin' him red And nigga, I don't give a fuck what you said Took yo' bitch, now she all in my bed Feelin' down, so I'm takin' these meds T-Talk down, so we leavin' him dead (Bitch) [Bridge: Marrgielaa & Slump6s] On god (Mhm, mhm, gang) The fuck? (Plugg) Gang, gang, gang Mhm, gang, what Gang (Dakota, where are you?) [Verse 4: Slump6s] Two straps, finna call em akimbo Glock hit him, made that boy do the limbo Big pockets, man, they look like a hippo White shooter, and he lookin' like Diplo I hit a stain and then hop in a cab My diamonds water, ain't talkin' bout tap Shout out to Kobe, I'm off of the thrax Big ass stick, put a hole in yo' back (Bye) Bitch, I be gettin' so high He talkin' down, put that boy in the sky Still tryna find who is fuckin' with I Got my foot on his neck like a mufuckin' tie Nigga, we droppin' a hit NFL nigga, we doin' a blitz Laugh at his ass if he doin' a diss [?] to exterminate many He talkin' down, he gon end up like He— Oh shit, I blacked out for a sec' Gang, boy, [?] send up a weapon And when I die, I'ma end up a legend