Rackz

[Intro: (Carl Goodman) Christopher Lloyd]
This particular piraña vanished off the face of the earth more than two-million years ago
The original piraña

[Chorus: Z]
Look
I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts
Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX
Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back
I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks
Racks, racks

[Verse 1: Z]
Look
Stick me with my jet eyes
When I'm red-eyed I'm Chewbacca
I've been talking all this cacka since can-tools drinking vodka
In a plotting on a monster
I cliff dive 'em, no Mufasa
Knuckles dragging while I chop
I'm making guapa with this lava
Tell me to whip Chewbacca and against who's talking I chop they roster
Blocking the venue, eating menus sliding in like pasta
No sirloin with the lobster I'mma topper ramen mobster
All these compliments is awesome but I'm focused on this guapa
So cheese me and your greedy men
I'm tired of these seeds and stems
Steady right on top
You're jumping off it like it's EDM
Fuck if they ain't seeing him
He's sliding in the breezy wind
Just fucking on this beat with penis
No creeping in or bleeping him
He's truth
Aye
So why'd y'all flee if my family need me
Giving blame with a hammer with a matching beanie
Fools gon run but they're gonna have to see me
They face is tart like bitter drinking
I'm just kicking back to beginner thinking
Talk all that when they in a Lincoln, but call what haps when they think I'm feeding

[Bridge: Z]
If I don't fuck with you bitches my homies drive by windows down and bust at you bitches
But I don't think about bitches
I don't count my cheese or even drink around bitches

[Chorus: Z]
Look
I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts
Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX
Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back
I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks
Racks

[Verse 2: Z]
Cause I've been what they're missing homie
I'mma give it to 'em like I'm here to do
Yeah I'm different, I be spitting
No, I swear to you
Sometimes I'll be talking fast and sometimes I'll be slow
Got 'em hopping off they bummy asses trynna catch my flows
Green light, green light
I'mma E-like
It's a free night
I'mma slap around this beat like it's O.D. life
Got my weed pipe
Uncle told me to slay games till they main veins getting ripped out
And after three strikes it's knee-strikes to a bitch mouth
I stick and move through win or lose
Off these sticks and booze
I fix they snooze and wake these dudes like the Richter do
I'll bet you're smooth
The pistol cool, but the men a fool
Piraña pool
The sauna stools keep my chopper full
Aqua pool, this cacka spew against who chop a crew
These rappers cool until they loose and then they pop a fuse
I stomp they tooth then call a truce, now you gon' have to choose
It's trapping rules, no active moves
You gon' have to snooze
I sleep rappers then wake 'em up with some peace platter
The beat slapper
No DVs with the Eve actor
Fly 'em out like E.T. then take the scene after
I'm disaster and cheese batter off a knee slapper

[Chorus: Z]
Look
I've been doing this too long of falsifying these facts
Perform vibing on these tracks since vodkas riding in LAX
Lost a whole lotta stacks and I made a lot of 'em back
I raised my kids up in the trap and outta college in racks
Racks, racks