"Rack City" lyrics
(originally by Tyga)
Play dirty bitch...
5 bills for the kicks boy check the Louis catalogue
I had to throw that one in cause I don’t brag a lot
I’m tryna get this chick Anna to my pad
If I get this chick Anna in my pad I’m giving analogue
Still on my word play antics
Kill whatever I cover they can’t blank it
They say covers don’t work that’s a fucking lie
Your own tune I’ll lick it down I got a cover drive
Yeah
Fake friends can go to hell cuz
They see me doing well they rather see me sell drugs
I want world love them niggas getting jail love
And I ain’t got racks but my girl does
Don’t talk when they see me but they tweet me
Indirect and it’s shit it’s all neeky
Get the twins in for face for being cheeky
We touch a button if a nigga moves sneaky
Sneakbo in the set we on the wave
Bait as fuck so I don’t really rave
I got a mate that don’t care about a grave
He’s good with the snipes but he’s sick with a blade
I do me man I say what I feel
I ain’t involved if it ain’t paying the bills
They mistake the doing the right thing for keeping it real
Put your men in black boy have em preaching your will
Only compete with the man in my reflection
You see the man in the mirror is my protection
Fuck your selection
I’ll kill your collection
Gotta pass me underground and you ain’t getting no reception
They always ask me why I’m moving my hands
I’m hear em talking that loose shit
Apologies if that’s hands a bit fidgety
That’s the hand I used to shoot with
From the streets boy I still gully creep
We all know you sweet stop running up your beak
04 I lost my V to a chick named Paris
Now everything in frenchies gets beat
5 bills for the kicks boy check the Louis catalogue
I had to throw that one in cause I don’t brag a lot
I’m tryna get this chick Anna to my pad
If I get this chick Anna in my pad I’m giving analogue
Still on my word play antics
Kill whatever I cover they can’t blank it
They say covers don’t work that’s a fucking lie
Your own tune I’ll lick it down I got a cover drive
Yeah
Fake friends can go to hell cuz
They see me doing well they rather see me sell drugs
I want world love them niggas getting jail love
And I ain’t got racks but my girl does
Don’t talk when they see me but they tweet me
Indirect and it’s shit it’s all neeky
Get the twins in for face for being cheeky
We touch a button if a nigga moves sneaky
Sneakbo in the set we on the wave
Bait as fuck so I don’t really rave
I got a mate that don’t care about a grave
He’s good with the snipes but he’s sick with a blade
I do me man I say what I feel
I ain’t involved if it ain’t paying the bills
They mistake the doing the right thing for keeping it real
Put your men in black boy have em preaching your will
Only compete with the man in my reflection
You see the man in the mirror is my protection
Fuck your selection
I’ll kill your collection
Gotta pass me underground and you ain’t getting no reception
They always ask me why I’m moving my hands
I’m hear em talking that loose shit
Apologies if that’s hands a bit fidgety
That’s the hand I used to shoot with
From the streets boy I still gully creep
We all know you sweet stop running up your beak
04 I lost my V to a chick named Paris
Now everything in frenchies gets beat
