Sonny Digital - Racks on Racks lyrics

I can't f** with ho n***as I can't trust these hoes neither Wake up early in the morning eat that p**y like cold pizza Hater a** n***as be balla blocking, Acting like some goalkeepers There's a reason for everything, But my n***as k** for no reason Camo shorts, with a ho beater All-black hoodie, I'm the Grim Reaper Look like its time for spring cleaning, Brand new spanking street-sweeper Been in the game, I'm knee-deep, I like good head, I like good reefer All my n***as strapped and ready to set it off: Queen Latifah Got a chopper with a drum, Split Swishers with my thumb Get money like Donald Trump, Double barrel on that pump This kush I got ain't no chump, Get stupid and get stomped Two guns I call Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross'll make you jump I do what a n***a gotta do, Got goons - I ain't even gotta shoot Got a bunch of bad b**hes by the pool, I like my b**hes in twos Gotta go, I stick it and move, G Code: I stick to the rules Last night I got so high, Swear to God, I went to the moon I'm on that sh** you can't get no where. You p**y boy, don't go there If I don't do nothing, I'mma ball...No hair Smoking on that "oh yeah", My n***as tote that hardware What you 'bout, whoadi? My n***as about that warfare Real n***a since day one Cause I ain't promised day two Throw that p**y at me: b**h, I think I'm Babe Ruth Drop top Maybach on the way. Yeah, that's that new Landaulet She hit me with her jungle, I'm gonna hit her with that rattle snake Guns clap like patty cake, Blood gang red bandana face Make them pussies pop they self: You can call that "masturbate" I don't front, no fabricate; I get high, I gravitate Weezy F Baby b**h, the 'F' is for fascinate Louisiana from that swamp. I'mma pull this b**h out and dump Better run like Forrest Gump. f** you and where you from 3-2 I am the one: job well done. I ball 24/7, 3 6 5, 12 months What's up red bone, what's up caramel? Come to Wayne's World, it's a fairy tale Yeah I'm high b**h, b**h I parasail Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait