Lil Chris - All These Racks On Me lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] So you know my crew? We the most dangerous clique And we got a lot of money bags, call us the roc You looking for us [Verse 1: Young Thug] We on Peachtree, eating that slice, no pizza Racks on me, no Visa And if one of you cats play you get a bunch of red spots like a SuWoo cheetah My ho like Thug you hot, and I'm like pshh stop, b**h I'm a freezer My whole crew ball like eagles I hate that f** n***a from cheaters My left pockets on Monique My ho sittin' round watchin' Murray Right pockets on Rhikishi Back pocket, two fat kid from the Murphies I used to be broke now worth it Tony rolled a kush blunt perfect Get down with us, we workin' Your phone ain't ringing, I'm urgent And if they in the buildin' b**h, we contractors She flexin' and I nutted on her call her, cum actor Old white men in my pocket partyin', bachelors She threw the p**y at me and I hit it, batter [Hook:] All these racks on me, so many racks on me All these hoes on me, nothin' but some rats tryna get my cheese [Verse 2: Lil' Chris] Chris be broke thats coupon Hand in the air like two ones Okay let's say you dumb, but if I'm twice that means I'm too dumb Right pocket on precious and my left pocket on Norbit Back pocket on Ricki Lake and the other pocket on Forbes list I stretch the work, no Bow-Flex Watchin' me no Rolex Me and Thug ball like Joel heaad And they can't stand it like broke legs f** around and make me hurt your a** like hemorrhoids They broke and I know they hurtin' cause they pain talkin' like lip sores Shawty raw like a dick with no rubber I'm sleepin' on the top, I hope Heaven sellin' covers I tell a b**h anything but never say I love her I'm stunt like my daddy cuz slice a motherf**er [Hook:] All these racks on me, so many racks on me All these hoes on me, nothin' but some racks tryna get my cheese [Verse 3: Wonda B] So many racks, that's roger 'em Aim for the back, no gun with them Swag to a tee, No playin wit him One eye open, he aim with him Screaming out loud keep range on them The money all here (?) We in the club but it's rainin' here And they drippin' wet, no rain in here Stunner life, go get it And they sleep (?) My front right pocket on ocean My back left pocket on imma blow the sh** The other pocket on (?) So the last pocket gone show it I front work (?) Ice on me, cool breeze These n***as smoochin' for the top, call 'em a** kissers Ask your ho bout us, she state the last n***as Rob who? Take what? No Mask n***a And at the end of that story, I am the last n***a, yeah [Hook:] All these racks on me, so many racks on me All these hoes on me, nothin' but some racks tryna get my cheese