Honey Cocaine - Rack City Freestyle lyrics

[Intro:] Schwag, four-one-six, b**h! [Verse 1: Honey Cocaine] Rack City b**h, rack rack city b**h Now put ya' money where ya' a** and ya' titties is When you get 'em would you please show them idiots Cause they lazy, we tell 'em get busy b**h Like get busy b**h and you should get moving bro So she can f** with a boss or just move along I ain't waiting for a second, that is too long Ya' rap zero, swag zero, that is too wrong f**, I'm too gone, gone than a b**h bro Now that ain't nothing, hit ya' crib with a missile Ya' jobs a sh** hole,now I'm official sh** I'm surprised that you b**hes getting rick roll'd So be smart cause you might cause a war dude And p**y listen, I ain't tryna pause a tour dude But act stupid and I'mma give you your food You gettin' fooled by the f**ing couture shoes Right? Mini militia, we the damn queens We take it all, it's a love for the damn green, uh I can't tell you who my gang seen The cops looking at us like we just some damn teens [Verse 2:] f**, ion care for the rules I'm swimming in the sights, ion share my j**els b**h, now you can get the f** out my school Ion f** with a dude if he ain't got the fuel Pardon my language, ya' say ya' shouldn't swear bro I'm like f** it, why you acting like a square fo' Cousin Charley, he the gold peter pan yo' Talk sh**, I wouldn't dare if he's a scared bro You a busy broad, hatin' on my fans kid I tell ya' boyfriend, make me a sandwich Shawty, me and the crew reaching planets Tell me you don't know who ya' man wit' Damn it