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chasin the racks - artla lyrics

[intro: artla, dj victoriouz, chasethemoney & velodawn]
chasethemoney, chasethemoney
(velodawn got that)
b*tch
dj victoriouz with me in the building
velodawn got that
huh? yeah, uh

[chorus]
everyday chasin’ the racks (yeah)
they ask where i’m from, it’s the ‘raq (yeah)
eighteen, i came upon a sack n*gga (uh*huh)
everybody wanna pat me on the back (uh*huh)
everybody wanna tell me congrats (uh*huh)
you ain’t gotta do all that (yeah)
you weren’t with me in the trap (yeah)

[post*chorus]
my wrist a ferrari, ain’t talkin’ tarantula
look at my bank account, sh*t is gargantuan
i’m not from this planet, i feel like an namekian
your n*gga a dummy, he just like a mannequin
i’m fresh to death, b*tch, i feel like a mannequin
havoc come, savages, costin’ insanity
you f*ck with my friends, my girl, or my momma
i’m putting a hit on your whole f*ckin’ family
[verse]
both of my wrists on freezer, hard to bеlieve like black jеsus
i got a choppa that’ll send you to h*ll like you just slapped jesus
aim at a cracker if i ask you sh*t, you ain’t nothing but a pile of feces, huh
i need jesus pieces, huh
just hoes, reeses’ pieces, uh
haha, i’m a funny ass n*gga, ain’t i
picasso on the beat, i’ma draw like a painter
now she giving me brain, pop out her retainer
if she ever take it out, cum on her retainer
smith and wesson five*hundred, feelin’ like i’m on ranger
momma told me “never talk to strangers”
i look in the mirror and talk to a stranger
i keep my hoes in cages
but i ain’t r. kelly, she told me her cage was amazin’
life is a book, it’s crazy, i get richer every single time that i’m turnin’ the pages
n*ggas be fakin’, shady
gotta watch them n*ggas gettin’ f*cked up by they homies on the daily
n0body believed i could do it but, baby
like christopher ming, now they call me the greatest
still a rock hard chinchilla dressed in the latest
i’m a mothef*ckin’ gorilla, i’m on my ape sh*t
i’ve been listening spirtually, prayin’ i make it
sh*t gettin’ to it, i’m too much of a drug dealer
make a f*ck n*gga see the crossroads, i’m a bone thug n*gga
no love, shawty, twelve slugs, stone cold k!ller
lot of motherf*ckers say i love ’em, i think they pinocchio
but the kid better than the louis v on the denim
gun on me, overseas, doper than a coke king
moncler, dior, gucci, plus more, n*gga, i’m the coat king
f*cking yo’ b*tch from the back while you sippin’ fake act, huh, it’s me
i f*cked her hard then she said that she like it then she get down and l!cked me
i bought yo’ b*tch then we jumped in a new mercedes
[chorus]
uh
everyday chasin’ the racks (yeah)
they ask where i’m from, it’s the ‘raq (yeah)
eighteen, i came upon a sack n*gga (uh*huh)
everybody wanna pat me on the back (uh*huh)
everybody wanna tell me congrats (uh*huh)
you ain’t gotta do all that (yeah)
you weren’t with me in the trap (yeah)

[outro: dj victoriouz & chasethemoney]
dj victoriouz with me in the building
chasethemoney, chasethemoney

- artla lyrics

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