Jahlil Beats - Throw Dem Racks lyrics

[Verse 1: Juicy J] Rolled up with the doors up n***as say they everywhere, they never showed up I'm the sh**, n***as turn there nose up I be with my bread like some cold cuts Every time I see myself coming up n***as start hating, what they want from us? I can't figure out the way they run they mouth n***as acting like b**hes, oughta wear a blouse Still pouring that purple stuff in my Fanta Got choppers and shooters inside my phantom Strap up if some sh** jumped off then I'm bustin' If you make it out, my n***a, you lucky Cause I'm faded and I'm ready And I'm strapped up about my money And these hoes is crazy, still s** the dick after I played them And they know I f**ed 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**hes is greedy give up after the genie Ferrari switchin' roads Faster than the money coming from the shows n***as know I paved the way, gave up a brick to every city I created the flow, you n***as 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 a** 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 a** 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***as hate, b**hes 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 villa with my gods b**hes 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** n***a do something, marathon clips got ya crew running Rick James, super freak, first date, met ya b**h, dove deep OD, won't see, a day without racks on me [Hook: Juicy J]