Torch - Rackem lyrics

ft. Young Breed, Gunplay Play, apply strategize above first Keep it to thousand, two G for these n***as My shoes cost a rack, outfit off the rack Running rounds in the stick on the strip like it's Iraq Presidents you roll, I call that b**h Barack Y'all keep it a hundred, I'mma keep it a rack Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em b**hes stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the j**el racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack sponsored links Better asking my name, 20 racks of my wrist Couple racks in my feet, ten racks in my b**h This Givenchy T cost a couple racks, too Think she ain't f**ing, I can show you what them racks do Head busting with that color, n***a I got them racks on that, that's why they spoil a n***a Second bottles in the buck, that's a couple racks Ten b**hes round a n***a, time to double that Ticket on a ticking gun, I'm clicking, boy, I'm loop Another selling record but I got a bunch of groupies Grinding in the Panamera, dealer try to coupe me Now I'm in that 9-11 same color as Snoopie Cocaine seats with the firm max What you pay for that, boy, cover ax Double MG, who could f** with that I got a bully love the clip if you wanna f** Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em b**hes stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the j**el racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack I play the field like I'm airy Last week I sold a kilo in Paris Then I saw n***a get his head bust Down sop sh**, n***a serve till the feds come Riding around with my partner, 40 cal' in my pocket Bad b**h on line two but I hold car by dollars I k** by this shining things that hang round my collar No if, ands and buts, body getting p**y, ain't no problem Same n***a who came up in them pissy homes in them projects Back on the block tryina get a n***a, we starving Standing out on them corners till the wee hours of the morning Just me and cash and that big nine above one of my homies Rack 'em, rack 'em 8 ball on that corner, rack 'em Cross over with the rock with the two rack 'em On this way to boulevard, guarantee I rack 'em b**hes stand at the car, guarantee I rack 'em Rack 'em, rack 'em, all this money coming 'bout the racks Rack 'em, my Cuban link get the j**el racks In the mob going dumb and get it clean racks Ten drums in the trunk, boy, I double rack f**ing with me that it get you buried I'mma crumble weed on his obituary I'mma tell his mama it was necessary Mama, this the mobbing, this is how we living Nobody said it's fair but who the f** cares n***as still dying over bus fair Or over b**hes that I tell 'em catch a bus here Or some bad dope cut like mutt's ear That's the way it goes down in my city's section Where every n***a in the county is in a cell n***as be pointing at the ground, look what they did to that All you heard was the sound I bought a Bogota blizzard and a Heron hurricane Set up shop then I was gone like I never came I wanna see 'em dead center, barrel or the shotty As bad as Illuminati, want my mind sold and body Rack 'em