RACKS

[Chorus]
Ahh, how many guns niggas got in this truck?
Grrah, we jump out and make niggas run
Don't care if it's a bitch on that side, niggas knockin' off buns (Kezii)
Bro call my phone when it's done
R.I.P Mel, fuck Matt, niggas turned niggas runtz
He died, niggas spit up his guts
Boy better stay with this gun, bro it's bright like the sun
I cannot go without passing
Rah, brains stuck, left on the backseat
Got bang, on the bros make it nasty
As soon as he said that it's up, shit was jumpin' out taxis
Niggas take off like a track meet
We used to troop it on feet, niggas keepin' it classy
Now we jump out actin' flashy
Bullets is tappin' his back, he get popped like a [?]

[Verse 1]
If I walk 'em, we bring out the TEC
J.O, shot, ah niggas tappin' our neck
See they trooped then they bang on the jets
The Hound, seen me in person, nigga turned on the jets
See their soul 'fore I bang on his chest
Boy I keep flickin' on the 40 'til I walk one to death
We troop then we go down the steps
Bro, I could go down the list, we ain't put [?]
Hear the O’s in the sky, they hidin'
Niggas be thinkin' they tough, we the reason they die
We get at it from the live and [?]
Sayin' my deads in a song, his mom gonna cry
He ain't die but he feel it inside
40, the bullets so big, this shit knockin' off thighs
The witness can't leave here alive
I let it bang on the set, niggas tellin' you lies
It get active, we bring out the chop
Niggas get tagged, shot, sent to the doctor
I get you hit like a monster
Brodie be dressed in all black like the boy from Wakanda
After we done, they can't find him
Demons be chasin' him down, nigga right there behind
It get lit then we knock down and line 'em
Niggas get tagged and they screamin', they yell for they momma

[Chorus]
Ahh, how many guns niggas got in this truck?
Grrah, we jump out and make niggas run
Don't care if it's a bitch on that side, niggas knockin' off buns
Bro call my phone when it's done
R.I.P Mel, fuck Matt, niggas turned niggas runtz
He died, niggas spit up his guts
Boy better stay with this gun, bro it's bright like the sun
I cannot go without passing
Rah, brains stuck, left on the backseat
Got bang, on the bros make it nasty
As soon as he said that it's up, shit was jumpin' out taxis
Niggas take off like a track meet
We used to troop on our feet, niggas keepin' in classy
Now we jump out actin' flashy
Bullets is tappin' his back, he get popped like a [?]

[Outro]
(If I walk 'em, we bring out the TEC)
(See they trooped then they bang on the jets)
(See their soul 'fore I bang on his chest)
(We troop then we go down the steps)