Throw Dem Racks lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Rolled up with the doors up
n*ggas say they everywhere, they never showed up
I'm the sh*t, n*ggas turn there nose up
I be with my bread like some cold cuts
Every time I see myself coming up
n*ggas start hating, what they want from us?
I can't figure out the way they run they mouth
n*ggas acting like b*tches, oughta wear a blouse
Still pouring that purple stuff in my Fanta
Got choppers and shooters inside my phantom
Strap up if some sh*t jumped off then I'm bustin'
If you make it out, my n*gga, you lucky
Cause I'm faded and I'm ready
And I'm strapped up about my money
And these hoes is crazy, still suck the di*k after I played them
And they know I f*cked them and leave them
And when I'm in public act like i don't see them*
And they still love me, when I don't feed them
These b*tches is greedy give up after the genie
Ferrari switchin' roads
Faster than the money coming from the shows
n*ggas know I paved the way, gave up a brick to every city
I created the flow, you n*ggas is New Jack City

[Hook: Juicy J]
Throw dem racks watch how they react
Throw dem racks watch how they react
Watch them break there back
Throw that ass back
They act a fool for them damn racks
Throw dem racks watch how they react
Throw dem racks watch how they react
Watch them break there back
Throw that ass back
They act a fool for them damn racks

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Look up that’s me
All the way up at the top
Maserati candy apple I just copped it fresh off the lot
My career legendary I think that they must of forgot
Still in the game on the charts while all of your artists get dropped
n*ggas hate, b*tches jealous, Turned my knuckles into something gross, disgusting
OG puffin, too good stuff, got me buzzin, keep that new new Lauren London
Juicy J still winning still spending big or small face hunnids
In the vip with my guys b*tches be hypnotized cool running
You know I’m a boss and I can put you on (x2)
Got a golf course in my backyard and I don’t play golf
Sipping Henny by the ocean smoking just like the exhaust
Hopped out, coupe running, goons on deck bout to shoot something
f*ck n*gga do something, marathon clips got ya crew running
Rick James, super freak, first date, met ya b*tch, dove deep
OD, won’t see, a day without racks on me
[Hook: Juicy J]
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