Racks

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Yeah, yeah
(Bring out them, bring out them racks)
Ayy, brand new sack then
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
I just spent them racks on a new tattoo
Wipe down the scene, we ain't leavin' no clues
He diss me at 1, bitch, he dying by 2
I spend old money cause this money new, yeah yeah
And I'm getting head like grease
She wanna fuck, told that bitch to say please
Scraped up my Guccis running from police (Fuck)
They want a Beat By Jeff, they wanna be me
I spilt the drank on my pants so I'm mad
Look at your pocket, bitch, that's not a bag (Broke ass)
Ho, shut up, I don't want to hear you nag
Them Glocks is tucked, get on your ass

[Chorus]
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks

[Verse 2]
She wanna fuck, give me a stack
Pour that shit up, I damn near collapsed
Them folks wasn't sleep, they just took a lil' nap
I'm from somewhere that you gotta adapt
I ain't have no loot so I broke in your trap
Spray up the car, make a nigga reroute
They found his phone, but he wasn't found
That lil' nigga gone and that is that
Burglar bar doors, trap out that joint
This is a Backwood, this ain't no joint
I fuck on your bitch to get some cool points
You niggas just pigs, all I here is oink
You ain't no killer, you just peer pressure
Pay for the straight, bag up the extra
You niggas late, I've been next up
Got thrown in the lake because he got messed up
Smoke that sativa, I got them hoes like Justin Bieber
Get this bitch hot like them folks got fever
Push up in a Beetle, I'm rich like the Beatles
How is you thuggin' but scared of needles?
She eatin' dick, you think she a keeper
We rollin' trees like Wiz Khalifa
I went to school with some pussy ass niggas
You should have seen how I looked at them niggas
My team elite, we been shook niggas
Boy, we ain't broke, we been up, nigga
If you feel played, then get up, nigga
Okay, I seen that you just want a picture
If you want the smoke, you can get it for Christmas
Look at my earring, watch how it glisten

[Chorus]
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks
Bring out them racks, bring out them racks

[Outro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff