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big rackiez - ace og lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, geo got the bands, huh?)
(yeah)

[chorus]
big rackies (countin’ my money, yeah)
big rackies (yeah, countin’ my money, hey, hey)
big rackies (woo, woo, yeah)
big rackies (what?)

[verse]
i’m countin’ these big rackies (yeah), yeah, big rackies (big rackies)
your girl, she call me pappi (huh?), i’m that lil’ ho big daddy (yeah)
ohio, cincinnati (huh?), that’s where i get my ‘scotti (biscotti)
your raps, they be so cr*ppy (cr*ppy), flip bags like krabby patties (flip, flip)
we got that static (brrr)
i be in my log cabin smokin’ on that cabbage (yee, yeah)
h*rny with a baddie, tryna open up my package (woah)
she know i got status, goin’ up just like an attic (up and up and up and up)
i be on these perkies, on the lean like an addict (lean)
i got good intentions, but i also have bad habits (habits)
i just spent a thousand on a motherf*ckin’ jacket (yeah, yeah, yeah)
everybody tryna bite my style (hey), they some rabbits (ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
talkin’, walkin’ like me, but we all know that you cappin’ (cappin’)
you’s a f*ckin’ nerd, you should go back to doin’ fractions (hahahaha)
every day i wake up, i hear “lights, camera, action” (movie)
totin’ all my gats, you’d think i got a murder passion (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, skrrt)
pullin’ up with grape and ian like (skrrt), “d*mn, what happened?” (what happened?)
you know i be ballin’ on the field just like madden (ha, ha, ha)
family over everything, you know i got manners (yeah, yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
had to change my whole style, now i’m barely rappin’ (now i’m barely rappin’)
you so outta touch, man, man (hey), you need to stop slackin’ (slackin’)
had to put a twist on the game that’s called “trappin'” (twist, trap, trap, trap)
you be out here rattin’ and i know it, you be chattin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if you f*ck with us, then we finna start clappin’ (baow, baow, brrr, brrr)
267, 215, 445, rep’ my city (philly)
don’t need another area code until 2050 (yeah)
i pull up in a tonka (skrrt), signin’ autographs and titties (yeah, hey)
i know my b*tch get lonely (hey), she gon’ tell me that she miss me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
but when i get back home, you know i’m d*ckin’ up her kidney (smash, smash, smash)
like delivery, i give you what you want (yeah), you tip me (woo, woo, woo)
i don’t be drinkin’ whiskey ’cause my lean can make me tipsy (it’s sticky)
that means i don’t need alcohol, but sh*t can still get sticky
my ex was on the evil sh*t (yeah), we call her icky vicky (icky vicky, b*tch)
it’s hard for me to buy some f*ckin’ clothes ’cause i be picky (i’m picky, p*ssy, p*ssy)
my windows, they not tinted, so she givin’ me a quickie (yeah, yeah, yeah)
don’t come up in these trenches actin’ like you is my twizzy (you is my twizzy)
that’s no kizzy (that’s no kizzy, yee)
[outro]
(slatt)
(slatty)
(slatt, slatt, slatt)

- ace og lyrics

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