EmoneyOne11 - Blue Racks Lyrics

Aye
Man why all these niggas sound like me man
That nigga sound like me
Huh that nigga look lie me
Man get off Emoney dick man
Aye... what..
Can't run off wit my dough my flow this shit too exquisite I know
I know that the enemies after me still keep my eyes up on all of my Bros
Fasho that they know all My secrets
Emoney da Decon preaching
Bet ima kill em if info leaking
Leave em in da ocean da deep end!
They don't want beef they vegan
I got some slats they bleeding
Aye.. aye..
But all of my racks are blue my locs are too just roll da vu
All my guys tote a pole or 2 and they gonna do what they posed to do
My Fit it match my whip I'm filthy fresh I'm riding through
Skurt ...
I want a yellow rari
Who dat flexin in da party
Ima go and get rich
Ride wit da stick
Man that glock turn errybody bitch
Everybody used to talk shit
Everybody Hated on me now they wanna be friends
I Used to not have no bands now my racks up
And I got good aim I don't need back up
This big gas i dont wanna match up
I was broke back then I had to catch up
Stay woke gotta get the bread faster make it stretch like gymnastic
My Bitch the tits is plastic
Extendo clip on The Ratchet
You wanna stunt like yo daddy I'll turn any son to a bastard

Now I'm God blessed wit da blue racks
In da projects wit da blue racks
Got Da glock on me and blue racks
Yea I know they want my blue racks
If you cash app me blue racks
Make a pack hit for da blue racks
When da police took my blue racks
Man da lawyer went and got right back

Aye aye
You already know man
Gahhh dam
Neighborhood legend shit
Man this shit too strong man
They cant stoipo this shit man
Who doing this shit man who doing numbers like me man
Haha
Aye
Gang
What... what