need dat

[Intro]
Get up ni-nigga (No racks)

[Chorus]
Nigga ain't got no racks
Push up blow his shit back
Micro fully, blow me back
I just hopped on feet, I popped this 30, I got no relax
Whats inside yo' bag, lil nigga know I need that
Post up on that block everyday, yeah, I'm a fiend for racks
Watch me work the [?], lil nigga, just sit back
My young nigga gon' blow shit up right where yo' kids at
Bullets blow his body, roll shit shit up, that's a new pack
I just poured a deuce in my soda
Nigga get in my way just like bull, nigga, run you over
My heart been so cold, walk around with a chip on my fuckin' shoulder
My hoe she think she bold and shit
Late night block shoot, had to take risks
13 on the block, count it on wrist
Come through spinnin' if the opps drop diss

[Verse]
He thinkin we fightin', he ball his fists
Switch in my pocket demolish shit
Y'all young niggas know who started this
Walk down hit his head [?] head tap
And the [?] switches [?]
Hell no I can't get got
[?], my dick bigger than a ZPAP
If he ever run up on this shit I might just leave him there
When I pull that [?] out them young nigga had to fuckin tell
[?] take out the belt
Backstreet, know that the [?] get killed
[?]
[?], so my young nigga there
Ha, its a fully party
Run up and you get gunned down for that Aston Martin
Niggas know I up switch at the crowd and I ain't sayin sorry
Lil Pint' strip the party yah
In the back seat with sum' freak hoes and they all sippin Bacardi
Ridin wit' a trip just like a teacher, leave 'em tardy
Never show my head inside that box no I dont give a damn
Know my young nigga taxin' at that trap he sound like Uncle Sam
(Nigguh)

[Chorus]
Nigga ain't got no racks
Push up blow his shit back
Micro fully, blow me back
I just hopped on feet, I popped this 30, I got no relax
Whats inside yo' bag, lil nigga know I need that
Post up on that block everyday, yeah, I'm a fiend for racks
Watch me work [?], lil nigga, just sit back
My young nigga gon' blow shit up right where yo' kids at
Bullets blow his body, roll shit shit up, that's a new pack
I just poured a deuce in my soda
Nigga get in my way just like bull, nigga, run you over
My heart been so cold, walk around with a chip on my fuckin' shoulder
My hoe she think she bold and shit
Late night block shoot, had to take risks
13 on the block, count it on wrist
Come through spinnin' if the opps drop diss