Rackz

Lyrics

[Intro: (Carl Goodman) Christopher Lloyd] This particular piraña vanished off the face of the earth more than two-million years ago The original piraña [Chorus: Z] Look I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks Racks, racks [Verse 1: Z] Look Stick me with my jet eyes When I'm red-eyed I'm Chewbacca I've been talking all this cacka since can-tools drinking vodka In a plotting on a monster I cliff dive 'em, no Mufasa Knuckles dragging while I chop I'm making guapa with this lava Tell me to whip Chewbacca and against who's talking I chop they roster Blocking the venue, eating menus sliding in like pasta No sirloin with the lobster I'mma topper ramen mobster All these compliments is awesome but I'm focused on this guapa So cheese me and your greedy men I'm tired of these seeds and stems Steady right on top You're jumping off it like it's EDM Fuck if they ain't seeing him He's sliding in the breezy wind Just fucking on this beat with penis No creeping in or bleeping him He's truth Aye So why'd y'all flee if my family need me Giving blame with a hammer with a matching beanie Fools gon run but they're gonna have to see me They face is tart like bitter drinking I'm just kicking back to beginner thinking Talk all that when they in a Lincoln, but call what haps when they think I'm feeding [Bridge: Z] If I don't fuck with you bitches my homies drive by windows down and bust at you bitches But I don't think about bitches I don't count my cheese or even drink around bitches [Chorus: Z] Look I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks Racks [Verse 2: Z] Cause I've been what they're missing homie I'mma give it to 'em like I'm here to do Yeah I'm different, I be spitting No, I swear to you Sometimes I'll be talking fast and sometimes I'll be slow Got 'em hopping off they bummy asses trynna catch my flows Green light, green light I'mma E-like It's a free night I'mma slap around this beat like it's O.D. life Got my weed pipe Uncle told me to slay games till they main veins getting ripped out And after three strikes it's knee-strikes to a bitch mouth I stick and move through win or lose Off these sticks and booze I fix they snooze and wake these dudes like the Richter do I'll bet you're smooth The pistol cool, but the men a fool Piraña pool The sauna stools keep my chopper full Aqua pool, this cacka spew against who chop a crew These rappers cool until they loose and then they pop a fuse I stomp they tooth then call a truce, now you gon' have to choose It's trapping rules, no active moves You gon' have to snooze I sleep rappers then wake 'em up with some peace platter The beat slapper No DVs with the Eve actor Fly 'em out like E.T. then take the scene after I'm disaster and cheese batter off a knee slapper [Chorus: Z] Look I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks Racks, racks