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rap nigga - rackuprack lyrics

[intro]
(don, you made this?)
(d*mn, fat jordan)

[verse 1: rackuprack]
i heard
i heard he ain’t have a gun, you had a gun when he robbed you
you gave him everything you had, i would’ve popped dude
you could pull up, see how i’m livin’, and shop too
a rack verse worth a ‘bow and a brick of puppy chow
plus bro got the ‘bows and trey got the puppies out
i’m asian in the trap, broke n*gga, hurry up and buy
what, you f*ckin’ or leavin’? that’s it, don’t waste my time
you rap n*ggas call anybody brother when you petrified
i know n*ggas don’t really f*ck with me, you ain’t gotta liе
growin’ up, i watched my uncles rip a n*gga pockets up
i took mеds as a kid, i ain’t got it all
now i’m most turnt, i think i need an eggroll feature
my asian b*tch don’t want no spring rolls, she an eggroll eater
took her to the spot, rocked out in her mouth, i’m a head banger
i got a fat b*tch that like to eat d*ck, man, her head dangerous
go act tough on the internet for likes, you could be dead famous
put a b*tch on you with ass, you would be dead ’cause her thang thangin’
broke n*gga tryna act rich, we know you barely maintainin’
why you cuff a runner? she let all my n*ggas g*ngb*ng
[chorus: rackuprack & babyfxce e]
don’t give that boy your pole, he’ll let a n*gga take it from him
n*ggas get on and switch up, n*ggas fake for money
i wish a rap n*gga
i wish a rap n*gga’d try and stunt on me so i can take his money (yeah)

[verse 2: babyfxce e]
how the f*ck you go’n and hit the road and ain’t makin’ nothin’?
scat hood look 3d because the shaker on it
huh, turn a b*tch up, spend that paper on her
told her, “keep actin’ right, i’ll put a baby on you”
keep shootin’ the glock in the backyard, got the neighbors fussin’
the arp got a guard on it, this a taper cutter
i don’t know where it come from, i just make the money
i’m finna pour this pint up, bro, shake this for me
i just poured a five in a pop
i’m tryna break sh*t, she keep ridin’ on the top
n*ggas don’t like me, so i’m ridin’ with the glock
bro, i get it from my pops, i’ll hide it in my sock
yeah, i keep my b*tch nails did
bond no. 9, you don’t know what the smell is
stay dangerous, man, that’s what i gotta tell kids
flip a n*gga whip, makin’ it a tail end
make a n*gga head spin

[chorus: rackuprack]
don’t give that boy your pole, he’ll let a n*gga take it from him
n*ggas get on and switch up, n*ggas fake for money
i wish a rap n*gga
i wish a rap n*gga’d try and stunt on me so i can take his money
don’t give that boy your pole, he’ll let a n*gga take it from him
n*ggas get on and switch up, n*ggas fake for money
i wish a rap n*gga
i wish a rap n*gga’d try and stunt on me so i can take his money

- rackuprack lyrics

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