Rac Racing lyrics

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[Chorus: Big 36oz]
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Lately I been rack racing, been dying to get this money up
Wrap the truck, mount it up, had to paint the Hellcat
12 been on my ass, they tryna say I run a gang
Every time a body drop they go to throwin' up my name
I'm like I don't even trap no more
I been makin' these K's out the studio
I ain't even been around to serve my folks
I ain't touched a brick in so long
I'm like look don't call my phone, I barely know what's goin' on
It be like damn that's your bro, I seen that n*gga at your show
I ain't been it, I ain't in it
I been tryna chase these millions
I been f*cking all these b*tches
Now my ho won't leave me 'lone
Talkin' 'bout I did her wrong
I'm like f*ck that sh*t, I'm gone
I'm goin' back to the hood
Put all my lil n*ggas on
[Chorus: Big 36oz]
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing

[Verse 2: Marlo]
I did a thousand pounds a week
Them suckers know I run the streets
I put a hundred on his head
Baby bro make sure he dead
I told Lil make sure the bag right
That young n*gga living the fast life
Told my b*tch put up a half a million
Gotta make sure that that stash right
Lately I been rack racing then stacking all this damn paper
My n*ggas say they need me and they know that I'ma feed 'em
If it's pressure then we squeeze 'em
Red dot, I don't like you if you Cleveland
Got a couple crips ridin' with me and I ain't from Four Seasons
I told Lil Baby that I'm with it
Any n*gga playin' they get they issue
I sent a hundred f*ckin' missiles
He said f*ck it, handle business
I told him clear the f*cking block
Get out the way, let's set up shop
I sent a hundred f*ckin' blocks
Took over the street n*gga, we rock
[Chorus: Big 36oz]
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
I want a thousand pounds of weed
I want a thousand bricks of weed
I'm tryna count four thousand hundreds
Put a thousand hundreds on your head
Pull up, let Benji sweep your street, yeah
Lately I been rack racing
Lately I been rack, lately I been rack racing
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