Got Dem Racks FAKE lyrics

[Verse 1]
I rock Gucci, Louie, Prada, n*ggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow-bone, super fine, you know I'm hitting it from the back
If you see me in the club, n*ggas know I got them straps
Security tried to search a n*gga, but we come in through the back
See them sparklers in the air, you know the bottles on the way
C.M.G. taking over, man that's all the D.J. play
White on, white on, in the club my white on, shorty got something tight on
And if that's your b*tch, then you may have to fight holmes
Gripping on her ass, n*ggas say I'm disrespectful
I pulled up, in that Lam', n*ggas say I disrespect them
If I want it, then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me
n*ggas shot at me and missed, whoa, know the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I f*ck hoes, then make songs bout this sh*t
I rob n*ggas for their work, and don't feel wrong about that sh*t
You a pus*y ass n*gga, you don't belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix Patron with the sh*t

[Hook]
In the club, going hard, n*ggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen, whipping hard, n*ggas know I got that sack
In this b*tch, going hard, n*ggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen, whipping hard, n*ggas know I got that sack

[Verse 2]
n*ggas standing on the couch and throwing signs in the club
V.I.P. b*tch, I don't wait in line at the lub
It's a photo shoot, fans taking pictures in this b*tch
I'm a nice guy, buying b*tches liquor in this b*tch
Got my fam' with me, brought my n*gga Scrilla in this b*tch
I don't give a f*ck, I'm back on my Ridgecrest sh*t
Yelling thug life, n*ggas on that 2Pac sh*t
Minnesota Twins, b*tch I'm on my two Glock sh*t
You n*ggas screwed up, put you on your news box sh*t
By the fam', by the river, finna' see many bricks
Uh, she nasty, she just had a semen dish
Suck the skin of a di*k, you should've seen this b*tch
They say I'm nasty, I think imma' clean this b*tch
Shorty suck it so good, might try to clean this b*tch, sike
She not the type, to be a wife
She get a pass, just for the night

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