RACKS

[Intro: Li Rye]
(Mom, Lockdown in the studio again)
Big 26K shit, nigga
Big 2600 shit, nigga
BET, 1600, 26K (KY on this motherfucker)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah (AlWitDaCookUp)

[Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 1: Li Rye]
I'm out in Cali clutchin' on a ghost Glock
And I keep one in the head, so when I up, I don't gotta cock
Big 26K in every song, I put on for the block
That nigga say my name, I drop a bag, hе get his noodle knocked
Thеy took me out the trenches, but my mind still stuck in the hood
I ain't never been scared of shit, in another nigga hood, I'm still good
This Draco wood grain, just got a splinter, I be slangin' wood
I'ma keep steppin' on these niggas until the day that I feel understood

[Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame

[Verse 2: Anti Da Menace]
Blaow, tell the DA fuck the chair, sign a deal, it's off from here
I protect my craft for real, I say a verse, it come out clear
Go and tell that boy don't play with me, I'ma spill his ass like beer
Yeah, this 40 got a lemon squeeze, wrong move, I shoot your ear
Call the doctor, call the feds, I don't care, still dead
I just seen somebody die, that shit been fuckin' with my head
They can shoot me in the eye, won't even think it make me cry
Slangin' fire while we outside, we get it poppin', 4 July
Facts, I pay all my mama bills, wipe his chin like baby bib
Sister know she straight forever, I swear my daddy raised a stepper
I don't care none 'bout no camera, with no mask, I go'n and stretch him
You can call me Anti Demon, I been prayin' to the devil
Oh, bitch, you think a nigga sweet?
Don't get hit with heat
Sweep a nigga right up off his feet
Tell my mama every day, "Thank you, God, for making me"
Really big up in the A, can't know where my baby sleep

[Chorus: Li Rye]
Nigga tryna say he a killer, boy, you pussy, I ain't goin' for that
Had to cut my brother off, 'cause that fat bitch turned out to be a rat
You try to run, I'll hawk your ass down, he got hit in his back
Make all the songs you want, I bet that shit don't bring your brother back
Rrah, them switches never miss, bitch, I got good aim
Since I jumped off the porch, been shootin' shit, that's how I made a name
All I want is racks, racks, racks, you can keep the fame
Every time a nigga die up in the city, they give me the blame