Rack City Lyrics

[Intro]
Rack rack city, b*tch
Rack rack rack city, b*tch
Rack, rack rack rack city, b*tch
Mugga on the beat
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[Verse 1]
Rack city, b*tch, rack rack city, b*tch
Ten, ten, ten, twenty on ya titties, b*tch
100 deep VIP, no guest list
T-Raw, you don't know who you f*ckin' wit'?
Got my other b*tch f*ckin' with my other b*tch
F*ckin' all night, n*gga we ain't celibate
Make sound too dope, I ain't sellin' it
Bar fresher than a muthaf*ckin' peppermint
Gold leather man, last king killin' sh*t
Y-Young Money, Young Money yeah, we gettin' rich
Got ya grandmom on my d*ck (haha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook]
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

[Verse 2]
I'm a muthaf*ckin' star [star]
Look at the paint on the car [car]
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that b*tch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rando Green got cheese like a nacho
If you don't got no ass, b*tch, wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
N*gga staring at me, don't get bapped
Got my shirt off, the club too packed
It's too turnt going up like gas
Goddamn, pulled out my rags
Mike, Mike Jackson, n*gga I'm Bad
Ratatata, tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is

[Hook]
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch

Throwing hundreds hundreds
Hundreds hundreds
Throwing hundreds hundreds
Rack rack city b*tch, rack rack city b*tch
[x2]