RACKS OUT

[Chrous]
My niggas got Glocks, shoot it up, It go packow
She wanna see me flexing, she want me to pull the racks out
Wait till the label see me they say I'm a cash cow
Shoot him while he with his family eating up at Jack Browns
I am not no killer, but my members, they shoot niggas up
They erratic, they cause havoc, last week crashed a Bentley truck
When shit get to poppin they'll really fuck your members up
We careless, immature, yeah, sorry we don't give a fuck

[Verse 1]
838, We ain't the 6 but we'll fuck you up
10 times 10 that makes 100, 100 fucking dubs
You woulda thought my niggas slitting thеy wrist how they be in the fucking cut
Stеp on little niggas in gold I rock like King Tut
You a small dog ain't on our level you can't get with us
Came from Louisville went to Miami got a big butt
They keep on talking bout us when they need to get they money up
Money go straight up to the safe and then I shut it up

[Chrous]
My niggas got Glocks, shoot it up, It go packow
She wanna see me flexing, she want me to pull the racks out
Wait till the label see they say I'm a cash cow
Shoot him while he with his family eating up at Jack Browns
I am not no killer, but my members, they shoot niggas up
They erratic, they cause havoc, last week crashed a Bentley truck
When shit get to popping they'll really fuck your member's up
We careless, immature, yeah, sorry we don't give a fuck

My niggas got Glocks, shoot it up, It go packow
She wanna see me flexing, she want me to pull the racks out
Wait till the label see me they say I'm a cash cow
Shoot him while he with his family eating up at Jack Browns
I am not no killer, but my members, they shoot niggas up
They erratic, they cause havoc, last week crashed a Bentley truck
When shit get to poppin they'll really fuck your members up
We careless, immature, yeah, sorry we don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]
Za always exotic nigga like me got my own garden
Hop up in the court, ball with my niggas play like James Harden
LV belts on me but you can still see my pants falling
If I say something it's go mode you know that I'm never stalling
You say that's your bitch, that's your girl but guess whos she calling
Taking over everything in the game, bitch, no Stalin
Up in the air we everywhere just like pollen
Bitches in the club hear my music get they head bopping

While we in the whip my brodi told me go head pass the cart
We really get shit popping I'm not talking bout pop tart
My nigga Khaled funny and he short, Arabic Kevin Hart
He hit the nicotine and saw us yeah it made that fucking nigga shart
He say he ruthless but he always staying where the cops are
My niggas do it they'll shoot your ass in a cop car

[Spoken Word: 2Pac]
Bitches ain't shit
We don't love them hoes
And it's like that

[Chrous]
My niggas got Glocks, shoot it up, It go packow
She wanna see me flexing, she want me to pull the racks out
Wait till the label see me they say I'm a cash cow
Shoot him while he with his family eating up at Jack Browns
I am not no killer, but my members, they shoot niggas up
They erratic, they cause havoc, last week crashed a Bentley truck
When shit get to poppin they'll really fuck your members up
We careless, immature, yeah, sorry we don't give a fuck