Racks Up lyrics

[Intro: Suigeneris]
Ha, gang, yeah
Cito made this beat b*tch
Ay, yeah, yeah, Cito

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f*ck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh

[Verse 1: Suigeneris]
Ouuuu, damn, too much drink don't slip
Jump in the pus*y then I go and take a p*ss
Its a new born baby always new on the sh*t
See him looking struibe looking like a b*tch
I got a new check, and I spent it on a whip
When I'm walking out the crib, got a choppa on my hip
If a pus*y talks sh*t, I'm a blow him in his lip
f*cking on your shawty, yeah I hit it, Tyrone Long di*k style
Mama hear this song, she be looking like "No this not my child"
b*tch I'm on codeine, and I'm slumped jus like I'm Pacquiao
Someone tell these hoes, put these titties out, mardi growl
[Chorus: Suigeneris]
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f*ck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh

[Verse 2: Craig Xen]
Said I walked in this b*tch like I'm Osama Bin Laden
I got my gucci turban on me [?] a Laker
Pull up, blacked out the doors, no I do not do phantoms
Uh, blow like a [?], diamonds often Atlantic
I just got topped off, from down south, big di*k in her jaws
And I make ten bands on merch, I'm finna go ship em off
I''m not gonna text that b*tch back, I'm not returning no calls
Its Xen and Lil Suigen, choppas shot like a smoothie

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
I got out the bag, I got out the trap
I'm getting these racks, I had to hop in to f*ck up my bags
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh
Sacks up, racks up, lets see yo ass pass up
Best up, sets up
pus*y boy he mad, huh