Charle$ - Racks (feat. D.S.6) Lyrics

Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
Racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah!
Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
We stack it racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah
Drop it down dangling
Put my phone off when it ringing
Hate me cos you know I'm kinging
I Don won the race since beginning
Better go work
Better get to work
Better get ready on on your mark I go off
Better go work
Better get to work
Better get ready on on your mark I go off
I'm a babyboy for life, a bad boy for now
You no fit come between me and prayers for night
I turn dark to light, changed past to now
Audemars and Rolly at the view from the six
These views from the six and I call up slimsyxx
On the road with my niggas and we boutta get Rich
Get wicked nigga get get stupid get faded nigga wasted
I'm bad boy
Finna run up in your store with your 44
Sipping lean make a nigga get lockjaw
Pop pills then a nigga get a handjob
Get bread chase the bag thats the big road
Finna run up in your ends with a handgun
The nigga get a mash in a mansion
Tryna get a girl with a lot of passion
Tryna run the game, with a lot of action
Paparazzi, kamikaze
Flipping all the cash like karate
Luminati, where my buggati
Throwing the bands in the air and I got it
Throwing racks in town when I got lit
Roll a hit, make a kit and I got it
Always strapped up, never caught stalling
Never stand down even when I got hit
Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
Racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah!
Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
We stack it racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah!
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
EY got a big big mash (Mash)
Gotta get that strap (Strap)
Big mash never jam (Jam)
Gotta grab that mash (Mash)
Back it up Cock it back then I Crash (Crash)
F*ck these hoes never get too attached (Attached)
Reverse,back it up then I swerve (Then I swerve)
Pagans get splashed on the curb (On the curb)
Peng ting buss it down I'm going mad mad mad
Niggas pull up on your block like Ratata
And please don't get me mad don't make me grab that f*cking wap
And you know that's it's half past 9 got a bad b sitting on my testes now
Remember that time that I told y'all Niggas to please don't call my name
Finna make a man go insane
Drip Drip like I'm Bobbly Blane
EY got a big big mash (Mash)
Gotta get that that strap (Strap)
Big mash never jam (Jam)
Never joke with my waps (Waps)
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
Racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah!
Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
We stack it racks on racks
The paperchase don't end yeah!
F*ck with me, I'll make the nina bang yeah!