Kendrick Sims - Racks lyrics

Just got up off that toilet seat where most rappers lyric ought ta be; I wanted peace so I turned my phone off cause money keep on calling me These MILFS be asking for my number, you get broke then I guess you better hit a lick; My girl is independent like me but she told me that is her dick I don't blame her one bit, I'm old school I'm Slick Rick; Knocking these tracks out left and right, I swear I just made another hit Dark skinned n***as went out of style but I dare anyone to test me; Whatever I write is Frosted Flakes, its GrRreat the way it ought to be Go to sleep with my finger on the trigga, I only hear what I wanna hear; Don't touch but I know y'all feel me, zoom by you as I shift into sixth gear f** what you be talkin' bout, you only live one I'm cool with that; Swear i done had nine lives, you can just call me a cool cat b**h come showing me a price tag, I got racks on racks on racks! You know im showing up at the white party, I got black on black on black She want me to lay that pipe for her, you can just call me Lowe's; And throw that p**y at me she gone shake it like a red nose Peanut bu*ter jelly with baseball bat, hit it from the back in a baseball hat; Knock that sh** clean out the park, somebody bring my baseball back I really don't know if you have seen her, her backs swings just like Serena; Before I even break a sweat that thing so wet have me on the phone talking with FEMA Some of yall n***as is washed up, some of yall n***as just wanna hate; I swear n***as better watch how and what you so say, I'll leave you out to dry no fabricate I'm so hot I take my clothes off, when I'm out imma make it rain; Just as sure I go by Kendrick, im pretty sure that is my f**ing name I don't have a rap no name, go by what my mother gave me; I don't just be going in, I going insane, I'm going crazy Whites girls y'all ain't back, y'all be liking that rap sh**; Black guys don't discriminate I promise they just wanna hit Don't be sleeping on me because imma keep on writing these scriptures; Capture who you thought I was I turn it into motion picture Imma keep on busting my a** until my young a** see a milli; I done had so many d**h threats, still waitin' on someone to k** me Get at me...