Racks Ups

[Intro: Ronn Taylor]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Gang
Yeah

[Chorus: Ronn Taylor]
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (What? Racks that won't fold)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Rrah, rrah, should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (What? He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (What? Racks that won't fold)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)

[Verse 1: Ronn Taylor]
I might pull up in the straight (It's a chase, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
If thе cops behind me I'ma do the racе (Tay K, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I might put a fuckin' call in the A (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck around and put a nigga in his place (Yeah)
Ain't have no bread, I was scrapin' off the plate (Off the plate)
I wasn't fed, they never asked me if I ate (If I ate)
These niggas feds, they be talkin' to the jakes (To the jakes)
You Mickey Mouse, you put your homie on a case (You a bitch)
You suckered out, you niggas slither like a snake (You a snake)
And we was knockin' out them clubs in 2008 (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
If it's hot out, yeah, we pop out, move wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't with the art but you know the tools drawn (What?)
Guns seen Kelly price, better yet, Lou Rawl (Rrah)
Shot your mama crib up, she gon' need some new walls
Yeah, slidin' with the nine, yeah, that bitch two-tone
Come from sleepin' on the floor, couches and futons

[Chorus: Ronn Taylor]
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (Racks that won't fold)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (Racks that won't fold)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)

[Verse 2: KdFrmDaO]
Bitch, we can get it shakin' (Ooh, Sav)
I was on the block tryna get it out the basement (Huh)
Need a big house with the lock, lookin' spacious (Yeah, yeah)
All my niggas tatted up with dreads like Jamaicans (Yeah, yeah)
We done changed the topic, nigga, tell me what you mad for
Niggas think it sweet but best believe we on they ass though
Go fuck up the store then I might see how fast the Jag' go (Go)
They ask me how I do it, I just sit back, let the bag grow (Yeah)
I told my niggas, "If they stay down with me we gon' ball" (Ooh, Sav)
Niggas act like bitches, when they see us they don't speak at all
Speakin' of these bitches, all these bitch wanna be involved
Don't want no whore 'round me if that bitch don't wanna take that fall

[Chorus: Ronn Taylor]
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (Racks that won't fold)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)
Yeah, I'm tryna get my sack up (Racks that won't fold, Ooh, Sav killed it)
Came by yourself, you need backup (Should've bought a pole)
Yeah, they only aim for the neck up (He can get exposed)
Flash like I'm tryna take a picture (Tell that boy to pose)