Racks Out

[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye!
Aye, aye!
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook: Lil Gray]
I brought the racks out plates
Bitch, big bank always take lil bank, huh
Just work, really nothing to say
Imma' always make a way, give a fuck what you think
Just spent 6, on some sealed up drink
Might take the nigga off cause he don't got no rank
Might pull up with a bomb, no tank
Take your life and then switch my plates
These dog hoes can't sit on my face
Have her bussing my jugs, have her making my plays
He say he gangster but I know its just a phase
Mix has ass up, have him lost in the maze
Uhh uhh bitch, no you can't touch that
Bitch I'm in the field and we not playing touch back
All black in the trap, looking suspect
Sweep you block, they gon' think I came with a dust pan

[Verse: Lil Gray]
It's Lil Gray, a.k.a Mister Big Band
Served a couple grams, now you think you Mister Big Man, huh
All Star, bitch, like Chuck's, huh
Work hard bitch, no luck, huh
Beat the pot, upper cut, huh
Any bank bitch, bust, huh
Anime, eat it up, huh
Hit-hit him with a blue tip, look like Stitch
Hop out the whip with a [?] six
I'm eating steak, your bitch eat my dick
Fuck a role model, bitch, I am that shit
I chase the money like a Junkie
I'm so determined, I gave your brother a purpose
Them hot hollows leave your ass burning
Rid of the vermin
If you fell off I'ma help you resurface
The bitch you love, fucking for perkies
Went and bought a whip, still ain't have no license
Swimming with the sharks, it's ironic, I'm a Pisces
Counted up thirty by the time I was nineteen
You niggas ain't street, man, you niggas do the right thing
If you getting every dollar then I could relate
I hang with the 8's and the snakes
These niggas not lions, these niggas just lying
Been had an A-P for defiance

[Hook: Lil Gray]
I brought the racks out plates
Bitch, big bank always take lil' bank
Just work, really nothing to say
I'ma always make a way, give a fuck what you think
Just spent 6, on some sealed up drink
Might take the nigga off cause he don't got no rank
Might pull up with a bomb, no tank
Take your life and then switch my plates
These dog hoes can't sit on my face
Have her bussing my jugs, have her making my plays
He say he gangster but I know its just a phase
Mix has ass up, have him lost in the maze
Uhh uhh bitch, no you can't touch that
Bitch I'm in the field and we not playing touch back
All black in the trap; looking suspect
Sweep you block, they gon' think I came with a dust pan