Racked Up

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up

[Verse 1: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday, racked up
Riding naked, that's how niggas get clapped up
Stay off the phone, that's how you niggas get rapped up
I ain't playing with these niggas, stay strapped up
Everyday, stacks up
Playing with a pimp, bitches get slapped up
[?] lap up
Ain't no trickin over here, we stay macked up
Yesterday, it was the black truck
I'm in the Challenger, with the black guts
[?] want the [?], he know [?] up
He a lame, make them nosey niggas back up
Everyday, I catch a fat nut
She looking bo legged, with a fat butt
I like slow head, with a fat blunt
Fuck with the old heads, they tought me how to stack up

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
They call me $hort Dawg, what's up, punk bitch?
Heard you had a broke nigga, never hit one lick
Ride around the town, stuck on that dumb shit
Let you in my world, bitch, you couldn't function
I got a wrong dick, I make you cum quick
Always got a few, never see me with one bitch
Came through in the whip, and made her mama sick
My bitches pay me, and they get it all from the tricks
You see these hundreds? Bitch, you want this?
You wanna spend it on yourself, have some fun with it?
You and your broke nigga, you straight fronting
Acting like you having things, y'all ain't got one cent
I'm in some new shit, and I'm swerving
Yeah it cost a hundred racks, bitch, it's german
Fiening for this good life, I know you [?]
Work for me, bitch, and this is what you'll be earning
Bitch!

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up

[Verse 3: Gunplay]
Maybach malisia, come and get your issues
Splitting bitches like a swisher, baby kissing on my pistol
My work never [?], all my shit official
[?] drop it, yeah, bitch, my shit a blizzerd
Pussy nigga, where my money at? Don't make me spill my conyak
And a nigga got a short fuse, so don't go to fronting that
Every club you see me performing at, I got my gun in that
Try running up on me, nigga, [?] running back
[?] with no licance [?] this dime piece the nicest
Look how her titties sit up higher than the ifle
[?] my stones on, I be leaving sluts stifled
[?] my air [?] dirty than my rifle
[?] sack in the trap first
This indostry beef ain't beef, bitch, I have work
Tap water, crack water, I was that thirsty
[?] back on, who you came to see [?]

[Chorus: Beeda Weeda]
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up
Everyday
Racked up
[?]
I gotta stay racked up
He a lame, tell that broke nigga back up
Stay in your lane [?] nigga that's racked up